An artist offering to the world
a peace of paper with words
that mend the soul
and being offered green paper
that buys into what is meaning.
We live, thus, in two worlds
viewing different sunsets
on a different rhythm of time
as we pass through life.
I am, in the park observing spring
illuminating through the early mist
and you, elsewhere
counting credit checks.
I am
so very much apologetic
for the way things are.
You there, born into the city
adapting into luxury,
as I am very much content
holding flowers in my hands.
05.28.23
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