Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


For an everlasting moment

he peeked through the hole

as if to declare his worthy words

as though orating a new passion

to flowerpots on the front porch

then he opened his door

and put his head out enough

to be in absentia from the inside

or away from the overhanging emptiness

and for no apparent reason

started pleading for light

for a new wide path and

for all the ancient dogmas that

millions have perished for in battle



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