Monday, February 8, 2010

Tolerance

How we live our lives
with these marks on our feet.

How we sit and wait
for the alarms to sound.

Outside a young woman
pokes holes in the snowy chair.

Over in Annapolis a young woman
contemplates the northwest.

Up the street a young woman
tells me how she loves her family.

How we live our lives
hoping the wounds will resolve.