Luck
Not long ago yet an epoch away
I lurched upright
Morpheus interrupted by
Mid night soul fuel running on
Vapors
Long since evaporated in the
Still born heat of an
Asian summer
Wanting.
Only to realize
Where is love if
Anger wells
Magnanimous
And me
Fortune's fool compared to
Hmong refugees hidden
Jungle deep in
Northern Laos as
Armed soldiers hunt them
Like Pennsylvania deer
Caught in the headlights of the
Machine?
And here I am
Incarnated
In whole
Lucky lot of six billion
Or more
Stars lined up
Vishnu smiling
While the not-so-distant memory
Of lost friends
Mingles
With thoughts on
Carpe diem and a
Modest man
Sari wrapped
Spinning Thoreau
Still firing shots of peace across the bow of
Humanity.
Jeff Troyer March 2008
Copyright © Jeff Troyer | Year Posted 2010
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