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Butch Decatoria
Poems
Jan 2016
SHOPPING CART LADY
She has tender dirt upon her fortitude,
I wonder if she's forgiven herself yet...
Push your grief, shopping-cart lady
carry your health in head-lights
island of hide and highways,
I loud-speak in a single look
you're someone's mother, sister, child
a sorrow-go-round ride
in blankets that have not seen
Gain or Tide
push your millions
pop cans, wine bottles,
tin / glass monies
carry that dynamic dust
each piece a street
each spot someone's ungiving grunt
each step in a nowhere hunt...
She has museums in her silence
I wonder if her love has hues of contradictions...
Push on, you ribald mule!
carry on in your refugee stink,
sandpaper sandals and scarlet scars
scabs that slow speak
each winter and Valentine,
to think you're someone's mother, sister, child
sorrow-goes-round
village-wild
your stubborn pride far from mild
Float on, shopping-cart lady
stay in each hair-pin hour
in this bankrupt ballet
is this a way to live...?
Your hunched shadow
has no voice, no answers to give...
She has blossoms and duty in her hands,
I wonder if fate partners her dance...
pushing that cart, this life by chance
she's someone's
mother, sister, child
a woman who's homeless
no choice for the wild.
Written by
Butch Decatoria
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)
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