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City Sidewalk garden



July Hibiscus opening wide on high ivory

as morning crosses over to noon.

Perfect lacy circles drinking the heat-

big as LP's-

summer's white albums just released,

bearing drops of blood red

at their stylus centers.

These flowers,

they paly elephant music

on the pollination station-

special frequencies

for the young bees

to dance, dance, dance

the afternoon away

and draw out the shy… Continue

When the seasons of mankind change and the certainties which once sustained us falter, it is to the

poets that we can turn...The questions which plague us are often the same dilemmas that poets have addressed since time begin counting itself in...

To read, to listen, to sing, to speak in the language of the heart requires nothing more (and nothing less) than a renewal and a recognition of our humanity...

Let the poets sing ! from Iran to Afghanistan, from Cuba to Croatia, from… Continue

When the seasons of mankind change and the certainties which oncwe sustained us falter, it is to the

poets that we can turn...The questions which plague us are often the same dilemmas that poets have addressed since time begin counting itself in...

To read, to listen, to sing, to speak in the language of the heart requires nothing more (and nothing less) than a renewal and a recognition of our humanity...

Let the poets sing ! from Iran to Afghanistan, from Cuba to Croatia, from… Continue