POEM: what we choose to remember
Posted 1 October, 2010 in My poems, Poetry, Travel

what we choose to remember
in the park on the hill
trees shade the monuments
to the dead, the killed
mottled sunlight hits the plumes
of a fountain, the breeze
carries mist down the hill
toward the center of the city
a man with twitching legs
smokes pot on a bench
in front of the courthouse
do this in memory of me
there’s a rainbow on the east side
of the fountain
I’m glad I don’t live here
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