A poem. Listen here to the reading by my good friend, Robert.
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What do you do
when arrested by
steel cuffs clapped on the wrist bone?
her eyes?
notice of severance?
the sweet, gurgling brook?
her death?
a stranger tapping your shoulder?
the fangs of the beast?
baby’s coo?
your failing heart?
the shotgun crack of strong words,
or some other weapon?
a sidewalk bakery?
wounded hands, feet and side?
Have you learned
a response?
Do you reject
the ache
of unbidden reality?
Do you ignore
the possibility
of life
interjecting?
Or
are the gray days
redeemed
by a
starker
color?
