here i sit.
at least this perch
is left to me.
we have lived here
as long as our eyes
could see.
the humans put
grills above some
of the cubbyholes
where we nest.
we struggle to make
do with the rest.
when will humans
learn to share.
when will humans
learn to care.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.
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