A sea of faces

A sea of faces,
A poet's petals float by
Until eye meets eye.

Cat eyes watch and wait

Cat eyes watch and wait
From under the couch, trying
To remake the wilds.

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The squid lies there still

The squid lies there still,
Rings of fried, crispy brown,
Confused, silly squid.

So much rain this year

So much rain this year
The dark clouds cool the summer.
A greater storm builds.

I weep

I weep for the lives lost
And for the stories that will not be told.
I lash out and wear ashes on my head
For the part that I have played:
My complicity in profit
My being a part of a thing bigger than myself
That swells on the misery wrought around the world in sweatshops and battlegrounds, in villages without clean water, among the children who starve while I throw away food.

I don't know how to solve this problem.

I am too small.

I am too small.

I would bite the blood-sucker's neck if I could reach it.
I would strike my own support lines, but the innocent are there too.
I would ride my horse into the fray and die for justice,
But I have no horse, and the time for war has passed.
The dead already litter the field.

For you, dear traveller, what may I do?
What everyday act of unspeakable beauty meets your needs today?
Ask. I dare not refuse.