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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. | I Say With Resolve | 5/18/2006 |
| 10. | 6.4 | 5/19/2006 |
| 11. | The Swing | 5/19/2006 |
| 12. | Time And Infinity | 5/19/2006 |
| 13. | Held Up | 5/19/2006 |
| 14. | One? | 5/20/2006 |
| 15. | Doubt | 5/18/2006 |
| 16. | White Devil | 5/18/2006 |
| 17. | Mars | 5/18/2006 |
| 18. | 24 | 5/18/2006 |
| 19. | Myopic Dreams | 5/20/2006 |
| 20. | From A Walk | 5/18/2006 |
| 21. | Pity | 5/18/2006 |
| 22. | Hitchhiking Through Mississsippi On A Summer Afternoon | 5/20/2006 |
Best Poem of steve zabaldo
Hitchhiking Through Mississsippi On A Summer Afternoon
Afternoon heat reflected off the
pavement,
rippling currents of
vapor blurred the horizon. Everything
living played dead
laid defeated
under burden of heavy air.
I stood
alone
on the blistering blacktop, doubts
swarming through my mind, while
sweat flowed from every pore in
my body precipitated by no more
exertion than the blinking of an eye. I had no
refuge, barren highway behind and
ahead of me, swamp on either side,
I stood
alone.
I stood
alone
and wondered,
“what’s next.”
“What’s next, ” the ...
Fatherhood (Trilogy)
The question
The question feared
by every father
On every child's
Lips—Why daddy?
