smog

homelessness

takes in a breath,

being your refuge,

you develop your

identity

as a street corner,

a sidewalk,

a piece of tomorrow

we always savor...

you ask for salvation,

for love, joy,

spirit,

the air is your soul

and the river your home;

we find ourselves

fighting with rubberbands,

devouring

pain in an instant...

I try

and draw your face

with a ballpoint pen

and words

from the bottom of my shoe...

this is my place, too.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster

Foundation

We're too ignorant

any more

to be trusted with secrets;

nature has broken us

because we will not bend,

and here we are

reigned in

by the spirit,

captivated

by false dreams,

illusions

of our purpose;

we chase fairy tales,

exchanging reality

for lies on paper,

ignoring

the human condition,

likening

our antithesis

to our history,

escaping karma

like a bad middle name,

tossing morality away

with the truth;

we place our ear to the ground

to find a heartbeat,

to find our lost treasure,

but its all buried

under skyscrapers,

houses,

dynasties of failure;

we want to understand

but we can't;

for we have forgotten our feet

and now stand in space,

existing

without purpose.

Copyright (C) 2009 Sara LeMaster