Perspective

Mainz

 

A blue green scooter

sits amongst many

scooters

birds sing

spring emerges

the blue green scooter

sits waiting for

its rider to emerge

from school

a wind blows in

from the west

a soft rain falls.

 

The serenity of

going to school

with a heavy

heart as the

rider of that

scooter thinks of

her cousin in America

 

 

Oaxaca

 

A skateboard sits

outside a school

a warm breeze sweeps

in from the north

as its owner

learns the alphabet

without worry.

 

Alberta

 

Our home and native land!

True patriot love in all of us command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise

 

a warm breeze sweeps in from the south

 

Acid rain?

 

No

 

the sulfur of

Another school shooting

 

 

Tokyo

 

Momma we are

learning about third

world countries

in school.

Yes

a warm breeze sweeps

in from somewhere

 

Yes they

dropped an atomic bomb

on us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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