Jewels
By sweetbrother
I find them like loose change on the streets. I find poems everywhere; in the dreariness of a dark shelter basement, sleeping with fifty snoring souls, or, as I awaken, in my sidewalk nest to the smell of bitter coffee brought by kind church ladies. They're found in women's voices and smiles and in the gently swaying hips walking ahead of me, in sudden downpours that leave me drenched but cooled and in the slanted light of autumn evenings seen through drifting, falling leaves. I've found them in locked hospital wards, in schizophrenics' lonely murmurs and in the loneliness of city streets at three A.M. I find them Thursday mornings in a friend's unbridled affection; I find them in joy and in misery, in hope and desperation. I find poems everywhere like a prospector panning for gold; I make what I find into beautiful jewelry to delight your eyes. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 01:50 AM PST 10 • 0
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