The Essential

The Essential A dove sits on the window ledge telling me of the lack of crumbs asks me for help to open up the pavement cafes. There is so much need, like in Yemen, the nice actor has been telling us about, and Iraq it has an enormous camp of the offspring and the wives of what the ISIS, left behind to starve. No country wants them; the flotsam can have hate In their hearts, we have enough trouble as it is. An orange falls from its tree and rots, we are a world of plenty, and many go hungry. My words of lament feed no one, but I will take note of what you said and turn my back look at a blank screen and thinks of breakfast.