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Nomad

(A Poem Dedicated to a Friend)   The sidewalk slaps ‘neath fraying sneaks As spindle legs press on; She’s on the way to somewhere else, A futile search for home.   And windblown hair that begs for soap Wraps odd her tired face Whose weary eyes scan anxiously For freedom more than place.   She …

The Dance. A Poem

  I see before I’ve time to turn His sagging form, and sign; Will work for food, but we both know It’s cash he hopes to mine.   In seconds, we default to roles, To scripts each knows by heart. And both will be uncomfortable, But each must play his part.   I do not …