June Stepansky Poems

The earth shakes a little
under my feet,
and I think of
Pompeii.
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Those who are cruel
are wounded.
Those who are possessive
or fearful,
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Push of reds and greens
upon my vision.
Amplified by bend of greens
and reds upon my ear:
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Children always tell the truth.
If they don’t like you,
they tell you.
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“The Emperor’s New Clothes”
is an old story made new
by successive generations
of thieves and victims
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I talk.
You don’t listen.
You talk.
I don’t hear.
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We are all at risk
all the time.
Children, too, are at risk,
but they are protected
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A significant word
is tolerance.
We must find in our hearts
our own truth,
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It’s about being born and growing.
It’s about selfishness and love.
It’s about the mysteries of sex.
It’s about communication
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Near where I live,
on both sides of the street
as far as I can see,
a line of trees is planted.
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