Tuesday, March 8, 2016


Yesterday's small children
petted me like a soft kitten
as we wrote poetry in an inner city school.
I wear 2nd-hand cashmere sweaters
because I am allergic to sheep wool.
(Cashmere is goat). Their petting me,
and its tactile feedback, reminds me
of the difference between their world,
and mine.


There's a haiku embedded in there somewhere.

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