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I will send you a note 
tonight
if I can catch the firefly
in bed

somewhere 
in an old worn out basin
down by the river
is left an empty seashell
if I can coil over its rusty fence
and say goodbye 
to the coral snake
I will call you 

I still carry
the cockroach wing 
looking at the Moon 
from the garbage heap
where nobody wants to look
should the moon come out
this age old garbage
will begin to change color
growing harmony
in its steps

we too have known Burma, 
Vietnam and have been
to Singapore in the classroom; yet 
we get the smallest pension
                                         (Wilberforce, 08/12/2011)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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