THE LIFE LIMITED

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Not the express train –

The uneventful

Quick-trip to decay

 

We’re on the Limited;

Confined within limits

On life’s platform

Night watching

Brief recognition vanishing outlines

Illuminated windows, They stare ahead

Silhouetted profiles against flashing light

Glimpsing the gold coins of

The Paradise Express

 

We remain for the day

As we see ourselves

Age and wisdom

In separate cars

On that same track

Tearing through

A landscape of

Scattered grace

 

THE LIFE LIMITED

train head-on

Not the express

The one gladly missed

Dawdling on life’s platform

Counting cars

Windows flashing light

Quick, dark faces inert

Blank stare ahead

Glimpsing the gold

Coins of paradise

Gone too soon

We, unhurried & unnoticed

Age and wisdom

In separate cars

On that same track

Tearing through

A landscape of

Scattered grace

BRIEF JOY

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All joy should be brief

And unequal to

The hard headlines

Hardened hearts will not abide

The soft bed of inertia

 

And when the loud lash

Of man’s inhumanity hits

We’ll bear it in solidarity

Take up the fight readily

Against the ebola of greed, fear, hatred.

Fight the idea

That a life of dreams

await to be plucked

From suburban hangars of desire

 

We will not drive our fancy cars

Through the ghettos of the homeless

Fearing the hollow men who stand

At the intersections of history and early death

– Death by the popping sounds of 1000 door locks

Protecting soft lives 

 

Joy should be brief to prepare

For the fall from grace’s rim

From the summit of kindness

Where the air is too thin