Saturday, April 17, 2010

Sonnet 52: Why Don't I Give To Those That Are Hungry?

By Aurin Squire

Why don't I give to those that are hungry?
All it takes is a second to reach in.
But in that inched moment, a mystery
that decides the factors of yang and yin.

Could be using it for liquor or drugs.
Could be a meal for a stomach tight fist.
Children and dog homeless, make hearts tug
Pleading cries that cut through headphones, insist.

Caring up to the point of convenience
They smell or do appearances repulse?
How far back in pockets are a few cents
Eyes blazing, neck twitching or, chests convulse.

It's a difficult defrost into the new
Every time wonder if there's more to do.

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