Conscience of the streets
assembled newsheets
stacked against sky
this morning's miracle
blazing tree, burning bush
a touch of frost, a trick of sun.
Before that I stand at the table
some things in my hand
somehow in Chicago
the children call me to them
give me hugs, cheer me up
I apologize to Shirley Chambers
Sorry. So sorry. Sorry.
_
assembled newsheets
stacked against sky
this morning's miracle
blazing tree, burning bush
a touch of frost, a trick of sun.
Before that I stand at the table
some things in my hand
somehow in Chicago
the children call me to them
give me hugs, cheer me up
I apologize to Shirley Chambers
Sorry. So sorry. Sorry.
_
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