rising on Easter poem by Ken Peters


do I have money?
no
do I have children?
yes
a fading sign
on a winding road
two friends
with no teeth
a friend who rides
a low boy
until she gets off
a friend
who reads
newspapers all day
a windy day
in the fading light
do I have a future?
no
do I have a past?
no
fading dreams
blown away by a wind

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