Archives Oct. 17, 2005

Six Billion People Live

Somewhere six billion people live
For every scant connection that I make
Six hundred thousand are still-born
I will never smile at them
Never offer them my food
Listen to their problems
Hold them as they weep
Or laugh with them in joy
I fly over some small fraction
Wondering whether to add them to ...

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Over Night

Quiet whispers
Hushed voices
Nervous giggles
Squeaky springs
Untold things
Lost innocence
Found flowers
Beneath noses
Over heads
Blushing faces
Over breakfast
Hiding smiles
Never mentioned
Guilty pleasures
In guiltless hearts

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