central park – a fitting entrance for this post
the silence was only pierced with the
loquaciousness of spirits
revealing a vacuousness
and
timidity
of conversational exploration
…
[ lack of inherited wisdom ]
to start a war
no different this time around
[ zuccotti park , lo , i forgot to visit and mourn ]
i , too ,
was mostly silent
probably the last time
i see any and all
from
family
to
stranger …
[ we all have our paths ]
the dichotomy of hearing the wondrous blessings of family
all my life
i lay to the grave
the weakness
of
the last of my identity