These Are All Of Us
what i hear is a life
that does not rhyme
i write what i hear
to your chagrin
and then i draw the beauty
left of the chaos
upon the mounds of the
earth
upon the sands of the
desert
you must see what we
have not seen
you must start to hear
the beauty of a slur
these are real and
these are all of us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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