Why a poem, why a poem at all, if not to pause, if not to feel, if not to wonder, if not to see? Maybe we are stained, dented, and urine-soaked; we are also faithful, observant, and kind. But are we ultimately helpless, even as we shine?
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[ 2024 ]
Categories: Annotations and Elucidations
Tags: Kindness, Poetry, Street Lights
William Michaelian 