Fine Wind, Clear Morning
some day after the wind
and the rain and gravity
have flattened Fiji and all
the wookblock prints are eaten
a dream will still remember
and 10,000 children will pile
one top of one antoher
to imitate its shape
not ever afraid of silence
above the tree line
my hat and red bandana
the only shade there is
until a cloud comes by
like a friend to lay a hand
on my sad shoulder
or a stranger not walking
when the sign says WALK
to lay a dollar in
a stranger's paper cup
John Landry
New Bedford, MA USA.
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