The Conditions

Someone has to carry a stone into the garden,

A marker for a beloved horse.

Someone has to raise a flag at the hospital.

The sky is an impossible blue, so a child has to watch it. 

You grow older, think you know philosophy or art

But wind is in the pages, opened books stir like birds.

 

 

 

 

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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