Leonard Dabydeen Poems

I sit on the corner of Bay & Yonge
my double-layered cardboard stool
squeaking in annoyance at my posture
and my tattered winter coat
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why it had to be

this way
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How strange life can be
with the science of verification
crafted more like an art of deception
becoming more like science fiction
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Clasp your hands
Before you close your eyes:
Let the Light in your heart
Shine so bright,
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You are not alone:
what you were yesterday,
made what you are today –
a beacon-light star-spangling
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In the beginning

I knew they were sober;
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when you place a mallet
in my right hand,
and a chisel in my left,
all I need is a block of wood
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