|CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
Paul and Shawn, Eric and me,
We drifted apart, we went our own way
I did not think they would have changed
I was the same as I had been.
It turns out that we were not the same.
|SOUNDs of GROWing
Friends gathered playing
baseball, watching the home-
team win. The gym full of noise.
Childhood sounds, puppies
And friends, gathered
growl, no bark, “NO!” Bite!
No puppy, pain, sounds of child-
hood gone. Pink and black colors
of pain. No more sounds of child-
hood, pain everlasting, child
David T. Fletcher
She comes in smiling, reads the machine, turns to leave...
"Is everything all right?"
"Everything's fine," she reports.
The room is nice, yet I am certain it has gotten smaller since this morning.
What will he look like? Will he know my voice?
The door opens again, this time she is followed by a nervous man in a long white coat.
"Will it be much longer?"
"It should be soon, everything
Yet panic's grip begins to tighten.
This room is too dark; it's too cold in here.
Too many things could go wrong; God's too far away.
My wife's gentle hand calms me,
fills my soul with peace, my heart with hope.
The opening door disrupts my moment of comfort,
the team is ready, the time has come.
An explosion of light forces my eyes closed.
God, I know I don't deserve it, but please...
a sweet cry interrupts my prayer,
I quickly turn to see God's answer.
|COLD CONCRETE BENEATH US
cold concrete beneath us,
unfamiliar roads ahead,
|DREAMING ON BOARDWALK
Haven't found a box to hold my life
Ancient feet shuffle
Alcohol is a sweet escape
Layered, urine-soaked clothing
My investment portfolio--drunken begging
I could have been much more
Two boys bring bread
Are we Villains
Or are we Saints
The word that devastates lives
Our son has only us for now
We don’t see her every day
Armed with just a beaded bracelet and our own spirits given by the Most High.
A stone circle where the students spoke English, outside,
full of wonder and full of questions,
most came and went.
Some stayed, and stole my heart.
|A CARPETED EXIT
When Sabbath follows the Word,
Paper programs shuffled between hands
But a Sabbath opened with no regard,
Dusk arrived with affliction of a heart,
I did not reach before the Lord did,
Butterflies inside are impossible to suppress.
Containing excitement ready to burst, before
|DAY OF THE SUPER BOWL
Being a Titan's fan on the day of the Super Bowl,
Stephen L. Burse Jr.
Sweat drips from the steering wheel.
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