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The invisible eye
Looked from the stars
And he saw
Tiny little specks
Cast lines like
Shooting webs from
Their soul spinnerets
Between the stars and waves
Shimmering like sea-salt ice cream
Unfazed and sweating in
The cool breeze of the silver moon
Hard labor beating on
Their back and brows
-and he descended to talk to one of them-
-but instead he just began to listen-
(Old fisherman leaning by the cold wind
not knowingly talking to someone real)
"Hey bud, sometimes i really dont know why i fish"
"Maybe because i fish for my past or the fires of my youth"
"I know it doesnt really put food in my stomach"
"Nor put money in my pockets"
"But i guess it keeps me warm at night"
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"Poverty is like punishment for a crime you didn't commit.
And one never really forgets either ---
everything serves as a constant reminder of it."
~ Eli Khamarov
© 2006 Tetch de la Cruz
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