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steve zabaldo Poems
| 1. | True Colors | 5/18/2006 |
| 2. | Good Woman | 5/18/2006 |
| 3. | Luna | 5/18/2006 |
| 4. | The Cycle (Counterclockwise) - 6 Haiku | 5/18/2006 |
| 5. | Humanity | 5/18/2006 |
| 6. | Progress (In An Optimistic Attempt To Emulate Ginsburg) | 5/18/2006 |
| 7. | Fatherhood (Trilogy) | 5/18/2006 |
| 8. | I Endeavor | 5/18/2006 |
| 9. | Pity | 5/18/2006 |
| 10. | I Say With Resolve | 5/18/2006 |
| 11. | 6.4 | 5/19/2006 |
| 12. | The Swing | 5/19/2006 |
| 13. | Time And Infinity | 5/19/2006 |
| 14. | Held Up | 5/19/2006 |
| 15. | Hitchhiking Through Mississsippi On A Summer Afternoon | 5/20/2006 |
| 16. | Myopic Dreams | 5/20/2006 |
| 17. | One? | 5/20/2006 |
| 18. | Doubt | 5/18/2006 |
| 19. | White Devil | 5/18/2006 |
| 20. | Mars | 5/18/2006 |
| 21. | From A Walk | 5/18/2006 |
| 22. | 24 | 5/18/2006 |
Best Poem of steve zabaldo
Good Woman
Today, somehow I knew
So I went to the home
To visit, to sit with her
This day, somehow I knew
Seizures stole her dignity
Leaving only her pride
The last of her being
And then there was, the pain
The pain, the morphine nurse would
Ease the pain, assuming
Her end. But she refused
Respite, and the pain endured
The second dose should do it
As the morphine nurse with
Sober eyes betrayed. She grasped
The air and sighed “no more”
I held her hand. Her lungs
Whispered submission, then
Lay unburdened. I held her
Hand. Goodwill ...
Good Woman
Today, somehow I knew
So I went to the home
To visit, to sit with her
This day, somehow I knew
Seizures stole her dignity
Leaving only her pride
The last of her being
And then there was, the pain
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