Week 34; A Poem a Day


What lacks you
In language
Of the tongue
May be made up
In simple gestures
Humble pictures
Made by hand

What pines you
For talents
With high exchange rate
You may compensate
With compounding interest
For neighbors in duress
And exponential philanthropy

What misses you
In riches
Of precious metals
May be paid in full
With abundance
Of patience
In your broken home


Toast and tungsten light
Descending barometers
Hidden clouds
Of flying insects
Late summer evening
Cluster of birthdays
Of first three months
Feeling with own skin
Seeing with own eyes
Then anniversary
Of conception
Apples and goosebumps
Totems of home



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