Silver Dollar

Poems

I’ve got a silver dollar in my pocket

When I flick it with my thumb upwards, it sings

And does flips in the air and shoots like a rocket

I could spend my dollar on so many things

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A song, a piece of gum, a piece of land

I could help Dad with bills, the gas and water

A peace of mind and a helping hand

My dad’s not poor but he’s no yachter

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But as I’m flicking I notice a kid

He’s sitting under a bridge as I cross

His eyes are glaring green but hiding under a lid

He looks as if he’s suffered great loss

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His face is dirty, his clothes are old

He’s my age and his family is huddled together

He’s a regular hobo

I feel wetness fall down on me, it’s the weather

Ohio is For Lovers

Poems

 

I was sitting on my back porch in the Midwestern night

There were no stars because of all the Tri-State’s lights

But I creaked back and forth in my old rocking chair, in awe

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For the first time in my life I realized that things were at play

Larger and greater than myself perhaps in a divine way

I finally believed, in God

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He wasn’t the God of the Catholics or Baptists, Pentecostals or Presbyterians

Not of the Buddhists, Muslims, Hindus, Jews, or Zoroastrians

He was just with me there

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We didn’t talk, but not for lack of conversation

There seemed no need for chatter; not talking of Heaven or damnation

He didn’t spite Voltaire

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And just as the presence was sitting there with me, he was gone

There were no rolls of thunder or climactic angel songs

Just an I am without a sound

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On a brutal night of normalcy in Ohio’s routine monotony

All I can say is someone sat there with me

Paradise found