~ Charles Kochel
Examine humanity on a Wednesday.
Chattering utterances of myriad diversity
Speak of similar needs
Food, water.
The touch of another
A song at the lungs
Hungry to fell air
An everything sno-cone of skin tones
And One skin.
I am a penniless pauper
Owning Nothing
But my name and what words
I leave after it.
My muse-a fertile peach tree
The poems-peaches.
Savor theme if they offer you sustaenance
The Victors listen. The waves glisten.
A bell tinkles. I sprinkle my spirit
Across the last flat expanse of land
Expecting flack
But what a beautiful ocean.
~ Ken Jones
originally published in "DiVerse-City" 2010
re-published in "Mr. Karma" 2013
See his other works at poetken.com
In the Human Ocean
page 19