Poem: Ephemera

i was told

last night, by a woman

whose life was passing her by

that the card in my hand

indicated that i was to be reborn


now i sit

with ink from a borrowed pen

that i borrowed from a friend

who also gave me his food

as America was passing us by


and i

so long to express this lovely isolation

we are the light

of a single star

and no star

is ever very far

from my single thoughts

they touch

every one


i am

so many colors

when i divide myself

in the water that falls

poured by a man

with no plans at all

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Larry Rankin 17 months ago from Oklahoma

Wonderful poem.

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