call me mr. ostrich

 


I gave all my pens to the crowd
awaiting outside windows
under sunny days, in drought.

I gave them water through free thought
reminding them their life
is not only in themselves.

The mind wanders
leaving footprints
muddy worry, love, and hate.


I have left plenty of the either
behind sunsets
planting venom eaters.

I am calm now when I speak to
people.

I say only what I need to.

I don't even mention money
fever.

I don't even try to change
the route of evil.


All I do is speak of Jesus.

I put on soft music
hearing people weeping.
                -V I L L A N U E V A
06.24.21

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