Fingerprints

December 1, 2017

this vast slab of soiled pavement

collects the fingerprints of those who fall

and those who push themselves up

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we start rolling

the window down

but stop

even though we have

some spare change

maybe we’re nervous

skeptical

or simply embarrassed

by our good fortune

and during internal debate

the light turns green

so we just drive off

not wanting to cause a delay

Late Autumn (Homesickness)

November 22, 2017

ground so cold and hard

i recall my childhood bed

tucked in, prayers said

Home

November 20, 2017

this expanse of crumbling asphalt

adorned by prevailing weeds

isn’t much to call home, indeed

but it’s where my children happily play

never suspecting there’s something more

…assuming that there actually is, of course