last night a man in hartford died.
the news anchor fit it in
between two sensational stories.
most of us don't know whose life
was lost or care the heart within
once belonged to a baby.
in our faraway town, there are no crimes
and hard times are less frequent
and good times an assumed thing,
we haven't time to mourn thugs' lives.
the evening news doesn't owe a man,
but we do, we the human family,
who put tears in God's eyes.
(last revised: 8/29/07)
i will stop using the backdating option and just add these poems in with a note on the revision history.
3 weeks ago
