A Day! Help and yet another day
Where if prayers were as passer-byes!
They do not greet me, what a world
Such as this, deserves less prayers
More acts of startled selfishness
Might date a victory, in some forgotten
Future, where the past is no longer remembered
These nations and empires and economies
Do not steady my worrisome soul
My psyche was not built for war
Or angel-worn prosperity, I eat
The hopping-sideways for miracles
My life a quiet volunteer work
Of learning empathy in such hurried grounds
My velvet mouth chasing crumbs
With the taste of beauty and divinity
Lingering in my mouth, silver steam
Turmeric and ginger tongue-bells
Garlic butterflies off to the fragrance of noon.
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Wuji Seshat 