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Landscape

Landscape

skid row

be it

a country road

train town

metro museum

scene’s the same

broken glass, rust and ruin

from the front porch

of their shackles

they watch the SUVs sail by

as the sun sets on cemeteries

and a stray roams wild

the kitchen’s closed

wash woman went to pasture

men are barred, boozed or buried

few find work

or keep a check

even the children know

there’s no Christmas cookies

or sugar-plums or silver bells or stockings hung

no colored lights or wonderland

just the black of night

and the stars are free

and a poor man’s pipe

the only candlelight

sleep’s a Savior

pain’s a baptism

and love’s a white dove

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery