A Season for All Times
no photos poem
today I had
no pictures
had images
paperwork stretched through
my home
like a Florida python heading
through the Everglades
pushing its way forward
with young multiplying
like the white sheets of
my copier's paper trying
to communicate
my thoughts and feelings
about being a consumer
and knowing traitors
in the marketplace.
p.s. the child's crocheted dress top had to
rewound and restarted - will show by image
soon.
I'm going to get her back.
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I went to first through fourth grade at the same school. After that it was
one year here, one year there, one and a half, two and a half, two… Then
univer...
5 years ago
