Not Charity

Not Charity

When the family
unites, rains come and
ice starts melting.

The roaming leaves of
saddened trees, hopped earlier like
small birds, and then
landed on snow to make
their burial dives, with
the stalks dangling upside
down like legs.

You would find the holes
like bullets in the heaving chest
of dying earth.

A baby squirrel
scuttles on the deck for any
forgotten nuts.

You display a very primordial
secularism. There are different
skin colors, but
hunger is same.