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Street Roots « May 29-June 4, 2015
Poetry
Shelter from the Rain
Connections
by Maddy Brown-Clark
by Eileen Vizenor
We were under the bridge
Taking shelter from the rain
Waiting for a-rainbow to come
Hoping the night will turn to dawn
Hoping we’ll have food to eat
Hoping for the summer heat
Night and day on the concrete
Living day on the street
With some cardboard for a sheet
Playing an old guitar,
A tune with the streetlight for a moon
And we’re under the bridge
Till the rain stopped again
The moon faded, the sun rose
And we were still wearing dry clothes.
Are we connected?
How are we connected?
Are we connected to family, friends, foes or pros?
Are we connected spiritually?
Are we connected politically?
How would you explain your connection?
“To what?” you might ask.
To anything or anybody is the task!
As I ask myself the above, my
thoughts are:
I’m connected to a wonderful
community of all walks of life.
From business people to homeless people
to spiritual people.
As I work on my own connections,
I’m reminded that I’m affected
by my surroundings whether it be by the weather
or a death of a stranger.
I’m proud to be a spiritual person, a voter, a salesperson
and a volunteer,
These are my connections to my wonderful community,
and my point is, that we all matter.
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Blue winos
and- purpleneckedpigeons
pushing in
And rain clouds
Rising
Then cascading into
A pouch of stars.
This time
Spring arrived bareback
So even from this distance
I could still see you
Swimming through a
Sea of emerald-bodied daffodils
Laughing.