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Aug 27, 2009
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zen walking on Ridge road
grey clouds hang low, mist the air,
groan
i walk with purpose
a loaf of bread,
some half & half, tomatoes
and a senior coffee at Burger King
the cashier tells me her story,
I tell her mine, I notice the flag
of the United States of America
is dirty and ripped along the edges
tell her it's time for new one,
she says it's blowing half-mast
for Senator Kennedy,
now I know why I never noticed
the shape our flag was in,
I think about the stories of families
the hidden details, the pain no one sees,
the years that are stolen away but come
home to roost, sooner or later when the
years of the locust have turned into poems,
I think about how I don't buy anything I don't need,
walking, I have more than enough to carry with two green-bags
of anything,
I think about all the dress alteration shops in my square mile,
the two Polish stores, the Iranian one and how it doesn't
matter, really, if the women wear a Hijab or Burqa, they're
just women buying produce,
like me,
I think about how some days I hit all the lights just right
and some days I wait along with the raindrops.
~A
groan
i walk with purpose
a loaf of bread,
some half & half, tomatoes
and a senior coffee at Burger King
the cashier tells me her story,
I tell her mine, I notice the flag
of the United States of America
is dirty and ripped along the edges
tell her it's time for new one,
she says it's blowing half-mast
for Senator Kennedy,
now I know why I never noticed
the shape our flag was in,
I think about the stories of families
the hidden details, the pain no one sees,
the years that are stolen away but come
home to roost, sooner or later when the
years of the locust have turned into poems,
I think about how I don't buy anything I don't need,
walking, I have more than enough to carry with two green-bags
of anything,
I think about all the dress alteration shops in my square mile,
the two Polish stores, the Iranian one and how it doesn't
matter, really, if the women wear a Hijab or Burqa, they're
just women buying produce,
like me,
I think about how some days I hit all the lights just right
and some days I wait along with the raindrops.
~A
— Kailashana, Aug 27, 2009
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Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Anna
yenti
16 years 9 months ago
Anna
Seren
16 years 9 months ago
Congratulations Anna,
Candlewitch
16 years 9 months ago
Anna
Kailashana
16 years 9 months ago
Thank you all for reading,
bjp
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Anna,
bjp
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Anna,
Kailashana
16 years 9 months ago
Dear Brian, your words leave
poewriter58
16 years 9 months ago
Anna
Diatom Shells
16 years 9 months ago
by the time..
W.C.Wampler
16 years 9 months ago
...ridge road... poem
Kailashana
16 years 9 months ago
Chyrs, Diatom thank you for
lyz
16 years 9 months ago
How did I miss this