There are other realities -- but this oneA Poem by Firestone Feinbergb"h 4/5/13 There are other realities -- but this one Is Now, and I don't either like it or Dislike it. And that doesn't matter. The Children in the school-yard across the Street still scream Here, regardless of me. And I think of them, although they're immune to my Attention. Their joy -- if that's what it is -- Reminds me -- -- -- but to no consequence. So what if being a child is so wonderful: At the top of the hill there is a stop sign -- Which too many drivers ignore. They do not Stop, neither do they hear the kids. They Just drive -- making turns without direction -- As I try to forget about the terrible years. © 2013 Firestone FeinbergReviews
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