Thursday, January 9, 2014

Walk Dont Run....


a ponderous thought
from a beggar on hold
winter touches him
as it gets cold..
wear something
his sister scolds
as he pushes his
limbless body to
get a foothold
as the cart rolls
running feet
his fate foretold
waiting for hope
on the threshold
stone-cold
cosmic cravings
of love untold
a path potholed
out of control

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