Facebook Status : Bonsaic Verses

morning star
a peeping tom
on my window

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friends and lovers
all poetry and wine
my life at forty


Black Nazarene
a tug-of-war between
sinners and saints

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barefoot on foot
in the slow procession of
the Black Nazarene

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scent of apples
no not the trees
but the story

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child of the quick hands
a fruit stand
an apple less

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thunderstorm...
an empty school bus
on the roadside

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evening rain...
a homeless angel cradled
on a wooden cart