Thursday, January 7, 2010
found poem
there was a baseball game on
as if the world wasn’t real
they were playing baseball
as if baseball was important
all you have that’s important
is the surface stuff
that’s all you have
in here-- you don’t smile
they don’t care
i think i finally understand
the world i come from
where i had my family--
that’s important
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