Almost high noon…



I tap tramp trail

selfish soiled slothful ~ won’t

even do a labor job

on the horizon something better gets closer


Yuma ingrown

not too friendly


feeds me


Jesus is

the company

I seek

in my unapproachable way


A cute chubby little blessing

crossing the street

smiles & gives

me the time of day


And in the ghost town of

my mind

a hammer is heard

hitting a nail


The Wall Street Occupiers

& The Tea Party

have started rebuilding

Mary’s Saloon


Where she continues



shots of pure grace


Ahhhhhhh grace

the ability

to do

good deeds


Down the tracks

a shrill whistle

blows &

a train approaches


Bringing us the next



   the United States…


(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)



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