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Collateral damage in the wake of a landslide

Collateral damage in the wake
of a landslide

Back wheels stick,
bind,
while
front wheels
stutter & twitch.

Gnarled, arthritic hands
tell a story punctuated by
cracked nails and
fresh bruises;
she
pushes her world
in her own
Safeway.

Sweat from her matted hair
slices its way
down coarse & painful
wrinkles.

On my mega yacht,
sipping the perfect Martini,
stirred, never shaken.

Bright sunlight refracts
a single drop of water,
slowly repelling down the
crystal stem.

Trickle down

Reaganomics

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The last 12 months have been the hardest of my life. The lightening quick ending of a 26 year marriage, partnership and friendship. The loss of my best friend of 30 years and the loss of other close friends. I am a poet and writer. Writing helps me move through both the joys and the fears and the pain with swifter and more useful degrees of grace and wisdom. Right now life is challenging, so the poetry reflects that. FYI Be in joy, in all ways! ~william