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One day not so long ago I walked Never alone For the world Is always my home It was a late Spring snow Yet I felt Invisible red roses Offering sweetest perfume To my nose and soul There’s such warmth In snow-filled winter No bitterness No lack of forgiveness There’s much coolness In hottest humid sun Much calm in spring Unpredictability Much tranquility In autumn’s Rustic leaves Rose colored glasses? Maybe Hypocrisy Yes I see Your point But, I noice how We all point But in all kinds Of weather I sense something Mysterious Even delirious Is it hope? Maybe But I feel A gentle knowing A glowing So that when Sadness descends I don’t deny it I don’t even hide it I will write about it And transform it Because not much Is black and white Either or A dialectical A dialogue I feel In harshest wind In the lovely Waving meadow Kind of all the same Do we really Need another name Isn’t it insane To obsessively categorize Prioritize Always sizing up Summing up Is it really true Your golden rule For you And everyone Not like you There are so many layers So many levels So many hierarchies But who’s hierarchies Whose catechisms Should I impose My soul On your life When you’re Struggling to Just get by? When I worked Part time In such a complex Web of energies Called a bookstore A famous man In a famous band Came in Sat down And signed his books Letting others Take pictures With love He stayed so long Smiling Giving Sharing Not promising He volunteered To stay beyond The stores’s closing Chatting on the Glistening downtown Sidewalks Interacting Without much acting Crying with some Laughing with others Security got a little worried Cause crowds were forming Fans started swarming The staff said What’s with this man Taking about Eternal love Do you think He’s high Do you think He’s gay More labels More names More stereotypes What’s he up to Doesn’t he have a life And where exactly In his wife? So I asked straight Before it was late Cause I was getting tired I was up at 3 I said Mr so and so Where do you Get all your giving-ness Willingness He answered I’m still a good Jew I studied Hillel A sage with warmth Not just law But Spirit So when I’m Not too tired I think of the One I admire He’d approve. I sense you do too He signed a book For me Bought it for me At his insistence The limo pulled up His wife beaming And singing in the back Reading a National Geographic He walked inside The vehicle They waved to all And kissed In amber light I stopped at Wendy’a Had nice large Chocolate frosty I opened his book And noticed what he wrote He scribbled A man you admire Said do As I do. It was peaceful But a marginalized Intoxicated man Threw up On the yellow table Should I offer Another label? Na, I bought him A burger, fries And extra strong Coffee with cream And have him the book He gave me a friendly look As I cracked my neck And back You have pain too He said? Guess we all do Sometimes I said, Hopefully I’ll sleep well I bemoaned Glad I’d be able to Lay around The next day As I walked out There were cops All around There had been A shooting And some kind Of looting This city’s gone to hell A young lady groaned More at me Than to me I said yeah I can see your point But I remember Thinking Yeah and just About everyone else’s I’m not prone To overt Mysticism Depending how You define it I’ve been known To light a candle Have spiritual statues Maybe that’s about it But I also noted That night the train Was crowded The people seemed Energized From my perspective The night was mixed With hues Of blue, gold And violet repose The breeze was just right. Walked in the door At home Not feeling alone At all My rented room Still nice and clean I lied down On lumpy Mattress on the floor Didn’t have a window But felt A misty glow As I picked up An anthology Listening to Grover Washington Junior Melt an alto Saxophone solo From the tiny boom-box I bought for Eleven dollars Skimmed through The pages Of Martin Buber’s Lovely words He said something about People shouting Turning each other Into it’s — Again labels. I was beat. Closed my eyes Felt spring kissed Dreams even before Fully asleep The next morning I was energized At ease Frankly feeling Great Ran across the hall Took a nice cool shower While the bathroom Was available What the hey, Maybe I’d call To see if they needed Help At the hospital I volunteered Walked in Peaceful loving morning Students mixing Forever repairing The world In mischievous Suspicious Electric stars Free of Encapsulating Enclosures Walked into Burger King Singing Los Tigers del Norte Songs Used the pay phone They’d love to have me For a few hours I needed to get in My hours For some silly Financial aid Package And had some scrambled Eggs and weak tea. Looking through Variety magazine To see what movies We’re on the scene Hopped on still more Trains Mixing with All kinds of people Multicolored pastels In abundant fresh air Inside, they’d put meRight to work In a tiny office That kind of smelled With a cracked ceiling About to fall down They had me doing Intake, I’d see four patients With addictions issues I’d listen Not having too much Experience with With the issue I took some notes Write what I observed Enjoying the people Glad that My back muscles were Loosening Categorization Not imploding Acceptance flowing And with each patient I wrote Addiction disorder After 90 days Of clean living We’d see About some Some label. 5.14.23

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One day not so long ago I walked Never alone For the world Is always my home It was a late Spring snow Yet I felt Invisible red roses Offering sweetest perfume To my nose and soul There’s such warmth In snow-filled winter No bitterness No lack of forgiveness There’s much coolness In hottest humid sun Much calm in spring Unpredictability Much tranquility In autumn’s Rustic leaves Rose colored glasses? Maybe Hypocrisy Yes I see Your point But, I noice how We all point But in all kinds Of weather I sense something Mysterious Even delirious Is it hope? Maybe But I feel A gentle knowing A glowing So that when Sadness descends I don’t deny it I don’t even hide it I will write about it And transform it Because not much Is black and white Either or A dialectical A dialogue I feel In harshest wind In the lovely Waving meadow Kind of all the same Do we really Need another name Isn’t it insane To obsessively categorize Prioritize Always sizing up Summing up Is it really true Your golden rule For you And everyone Not like you There are so many layers So many levels So many hierarchies But who’s hierarchies Whose catechisms Should I impose My soul On your life When you’re Struggling to Just get by? When I worked Part time In such a complex Web of energies Called a bookstore A famous man In a famous band Came in Sat down And signed his books Letting others Take pictures With love He stayed so long Smiling Giving Sharing Not promising He volunteered To stay beyond The stores’s closing Chatting on the Glistening downtown Sidewalks Interacting Without much acting Crying with some Laughing with others Security got a little worried Cause crowds were forming Fans started swarming The staff said What’s with this man Taking about Eternal love Do you think He’s high Do you think He’s gay More labels More names More stereotypes What’s he up to Doesn’t he have a life And where exactly In his wife? So I asked straight Before it was late Cause I was getting tired I was up at 3 I said Mr so and so Where do you Get all your giving-ness Willingness He answered I’m still a good Jew I studied Hillel A sage with warmth Not just law But Spirit So when I’m Not too tired I think of the One I admire He’d approve. I sense you do too He signed a book For me Bought it for me At his insistence The limo pulled up His wife beaming And singing in the back Reading a National Geographic He walked inside The vehicle They waved to all And kissed In amber light I stopped at Wendy’a Had nice large Chocolate frosty I opened his book And noticed what he wrote He scribbled A man you admire Said do As I do. It was peaceful But a marginalized Intoxicated man Threw up On the yellow table Should I offer Another label? Na, I bought him A burger, fries And extra strong Coffee with cream And have him the book He gave me a friendly look As I cracked my neck And back You have pain too He said? Guess we all do Sometimes I said, Hopefully I’ll sleep well I bemoaned Glad I’d be able to Lay around The next day As I walked out There were cops All around There had been A shooting And some kind Of looting This city’s gone to hell A young lady groaned More at me Than to me I said yeah I can see your point But I remember Thinking Yeah and just About everyone else’s I’m not prone To overt Mysticism Depending how You define it I’ve been known To light a candle Have spiritual statues Maybe that’s about it But I also noted That night the train Was crowded The people seemed Energized From my perspective The night was mixed With hues Of blue, gold And violet repose The breeze was just right. Walked in the door At home Not feeling alone At all My rented room Still nice and clean I lied down On lumpy Mattress on the floor Didn’t have a window But felt A misty glow As I picked up An anthology Listening to Grover Washington Junior Melt an alto Saxophone solo From the tiny boom-box I bought for Eleven dollars Skimmed through The pages Of Martin Buber’s Lovely words He said something about People shouting Turning each other Into it’s — Again labels. I was beat. Closed my eyes Felt spring kissed Dreams even before Fully asleep The next morning I was energized At ease Frankly feeling Great Ran across the hall Took a nice cool shower While the bathroom Was available What the hey, Maybe I’d call To see if they needed Help At the hospital I volunteered Walked in Peaceful loving morning Students mixing Forever repairing The world In mischievous Suspicious Electric stars Free of Encapsulating Enclosures Walked into Burger King Singing Los Tigers del Norte Songs Used the pay phone They’d love to have me For a few hours I needed to get in My hours For some silly Financial aid Package And had some scrambled Eggs and weak tea. Looking through Variety magazine To see what movies We’re on the scene Hopped on still more Trains Mixing with All kinds of people Multicolored pastels In abundant fresh air Inside, they’d put meRight to work In a tiny office That kind of smelled With a cracked ceiling About to fall down They had me doing Intake, I’d see four patients With addictions issues I’d listen Not having too much Experience with With the issue I took some notes Write what I observed Enjoying the people Glad that My back muscles were Loosening Categorization Not imploding Acceptance flowing And with each patient I wrote Addiction disorder After 90 days Of clean living We’d see About some Some label. 5.14.23

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