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Poetry in Motion

I usually let fastlad create beautiful days with poetry, but I saw this on the R train in Queens on one of those Poetry in Motion signs (sponsored by--ich!--Barnes and Noble):

An Old Cracked Tune

My name is Solomon Levi,
the desert is my home,
my mother's breast was thorny,
and father I had none.

The sands whispered, Be separate,
the stones taught me, Be hard.
I dance, for the joy of surviving,
on the edge of the road.

--Stanley Kunitz


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