Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


Cement cubicles

securing, enclosing, keeping

imprisoned worlds

a smoking barbeque

man holding a spoon

stands next to his shadow that

uplifts his stature

in the glare of sun taking him hostage

sparrow hops on the railing

miracle hoping for hopelessness

of forthcoming breeze

man begging for direction in

the cacophony of concrete declaring

values in cubic meters in this

cement city with eons under its skin

captive of the merciless light

while ghosts of trees meditate

on the value of green

and the man cooks his evening meal

with endless fortitude that absolves

all matters in the presence of hunger


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