A couple of poems

On Remembering

Sweet and saltless riptides running forth from rusting hydrants,
Cooling the dirt ridden skin of boy and girls
fresh from the tumult of life
in our dying city.
Who are
No more different than those who were willingly whitewashed, whistling gingerly
behing white picket fences that to me are reminiscent

Of crucifixes.
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Woman of the World

Who declares that On her journey to London
She realized how disgusted she was
With America
And
Our misgivings
As she orders cheeseburgers and beer
While men throw around the horn
And tells her stadium full of new lovers
About her even
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