God and Folly

It is raining outside.

I am reminded that,
Rain has rhythm.

Rhythm has heart-beat,
A beat, a


Every city has its gangsters, its’
Street corners, its

Unbelievers, every

Heart has its beat, and
Every beating heart, its’


Where folly is a pink bear,
An African American,

A bionic car round the bend,
Sunlight at last,

Caught in the hands,
In the hair,

Of the joggers,

In the difference it makes to,

Walk with a friend,
For a mile or a minute,


♦photo♦ Laurieanichols Scenes from New York in January

-short evocative poetry-



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