This Year (poem)

The winds have blown hard this year.

The sins of the Earth

Have settled in its soil.

Men open their eyes

To a different life.

Ten angels

Battle ten devils.

A husband

Leaves his wife.


And yet…


There is a quiet

And a still.

A woman hums a song

As she climbs up a hill.

A pigeon strolls down a sidewalk in town.

He’s happy and full

And not making a sound

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