not repeating the rumor,
keeping negative thoughts
to the journal,
refusing to believe
the disgraceful until
evidence is solid,
daring to see beauty
where others see mundane
maybe this is the beginning
of empathy
Me gusta escribir
las palabras en español
porque yo penso de
el abuelo de mi abuelo
en el sombreo grande
canta palabras españolas
en el cielo.
¿Es posible, no?
a world without grenades
or broken glass, where flies
become extinct due to lack
of death, filth and mosquitos
find no blood to drink.
Disease is banished,
money used for mulch
and gold melted to pave
roadways for bare feet
that are never cold
since winter has fled.
A hundred years is late
childhood and adults
are youthful at millineum’s
end.
