For the Life of Us All

 

Look into the pool, the gene pool,
humanity flowing by the fountain
on the Square, courtyard
of the county, seat of dramas
that go on there. I see you
 
angry, crying, screaming, singing
for change or bills, the ill-clothed
transients, the babies wide-eyed
in their strollers, the holy-rolling
Bible peddlers, the bicyclists
 
told to ride in the street, side-
walk conversations lost
in traffic rumble-humming by
police cars and an ambulance
blocking the path. Resuscitate
 
the one lying on green blades,
and, You, breathe, breathe,
damn You, BREATHE! Look
into the pool, the gene pool—
I can see myself in you.

 

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