HUMANS BEING
Ahab curses God
Cusak holds up the boom box
A world wept on a stunning september morn.
Some danced.
A thousand promises made today
Some kept.
Love discovered
Love lost.
Two share the Sunday Times.
A quiet hour
A moment of reflection.
A child sleeps
We share ourselves
We hide from others
We hoard our worthless
treasures
We are selfish but
We are there for each other.
Sometimes we hold hands
on a very narrow bridge.
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