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SAM -- poem
by Richard L. Provencher is inebriated and easy to tell, not by the unwashed smell, nor the knowledge he hangs around the same back alley hoping for a prize -- an old pair of shoes tossed a leftover pizza (no anchovies) and today's the same as any with a favourite slouch, tired eyes influenced by the lack of sleep inside the garbage bin, at least safety was his reward. Soon from now, other lads will arrive and they could shuffle off to the liquor store, hopeful their hats will fill with enough change to buy a bottle of Southern Comfort. Somewhere beyond this dismal street, above the smell of Monday's stacked garbage, and across a lake sweet enough to grace the new tourist brochure a family is pondering; when is papa coming home? Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |