james smallwood Poems

Poverty exudes odors
Desperation takes on hues
Uncertainty loudly clamours
Homeless move about
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No not weak
This butterfly
This lovely fragile
Within my sigh
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Fathom the earth without sorrow
Would the heart of the traveler show gain
To not lessen from dirt that was fashioned
From the bowels of the earth without pain?
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Watch the clown as he cavorts by
See the tear in his sensitive eye
Wonder why with the crowds all cheer
The clown would cry
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