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Lord

Lord

the daffodils

have pushed through

why can’t i

the yellow butterfly

finds a way

why can’t i

the old guy

with his bags

in each hand

goes home

why can’t i

the weary woman

in the cathedral

has no food

 but lights the wick

why can’t i

the man

with bullets

buried in his back

forgives

his friend

why can’t i

the little boy

without a mother

without a father

still takes his jar

out at night

and finds the light

why can’t i

the baby born

without a stitch

a kiss

or wish

reaches out

why can’t i

all those men

women and children

who lost somebody

that awful day

still walk the wheat

even in rain

why can’t i

the farmer

in his field

of empty rows

still carries seed

why can’t i

the women

who put their

mirrors down

don’t dwell

why can’t i

the daughter

who lost

her father

in the wind

long ago

has stopped

why can’t i

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery