From a Distance
Ghetto girl with dirty feet,
Do those stars in your eyes
belie dreams that your
grandmother’s mother had ?
Dreams that could allow me
tenuous grasp on meaning to eternity?
When you dream beyond your hovel,
twined blind with tangled urban lines,
lines that carry messages
everywhere
but never to you,
do you learn or yearn love
beyond reality?
Is there something
that compels you
to wake-up and rat-scurry through
another, another, another day ?
I wonder.
But I’m afraid to get close enough to
find out.
-Jerry Wendt 2012
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