brings alive moments
that were about to die
symbolizing the soul of
poetry through a picture
on the sly ,.i could have
let this moment go i wont
deny ..but the moment held
me viciously magnetically
energetically holding my breath
held to the slits of her eyes '
two muslims one well off
the other begging on the
steps letting out a sigh
hope on either side of
the same coin that she
may or may not pass it
across to her ..sleigh of
my eye ,, mind over matter
thoughtlessly plundering
the poverty of my soul god
alone knows why..i can
only shoot what i was
destined to shoot ,,
hereby ,, recklessly
i tried ..between her
the beggar lady me '
a fathomless divide
