Thulani Davis

as i fly over this time
rising over only this
so much painted suffering
unseen grimaces and stares
among spruce greens
these few forests left
all of us trying to be alone
quiet and blind.
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i see soldiers in bus stations
with colored names
polaroid shots
their girlfriends chew gum
smile wide
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in all this silver of sky
like stars these wheels
car gears lampshades
electrical refuse
zen oiled and greased