Poem #12 - Still & Anon

Still & Anon

Sometimes they 
recognize Us. 


Sometimes 
they
be singing
Our 
Songs. 


                  But ,


                  Still they tell

                           Us

                           It is We

who Do not

belong.

Sometimes
they switch
It.


          And then,
         we flip 
            It.

But always
they be
 wishing 


that we 

Gone.

But always
they be
wishing

That we gone.



NYC, March 2014

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