A Sketch Of Fairness
in the park the
baby is on a cart
as the young mother
drives it toward the
father who is waiting
carrying a diaper
do not think that
you are a loser
attention is diverted
to the rain that starts
to fall
to the car that just
parked on the road
to the jet plane that
draws a white line
on the sky
to the bird that
punctuates a branch
of the poplar
to the man sitting
alone on a bench
looking blank
well, you sit back and relax
and tell yourself
life is fair.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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