Poetry

Poems from Before the Monsoon

Desert Waters

The Bellagio casino glimmers
above a round blue lake.
Outside the Tropicana
waterfalls pour over fake rocks.

All night under the desert moon
the profligate water splashes,
sparkling like silver coins.

Four hundred miles south
three braceros lie down to die
beside empty plastic bottles.

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Mystery, Opening

It’s All A Mystery
I look around
It’s all confusion
different stories from all directions
what can anyone believe
turning in circles
dizzy and lost in a fog
I can never see through it
to the truth that is just on the other side
can anyone tell me what is what
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“Amost Right” is Not “Right”

Dear Editor: I deeply appreciate your publishing my poem “On Garbage” in the Nov/Dec 2017 issue of Western Friend, but I was disappointed that a word was omitted from the penultimate line. It should have read:

Only love matters. Only love turns junk into jewelry,

A crown of thorns into a crown of light.

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