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by Carmen H Gray

On the hot concrete of the parking lot

I saw the remains of once was

Its shimmering iridescence

Laid bare, unguarded

On display to indifferent automatons

Much too distracted by manufactured movements

An ancient keepsake in a modern world

Of discarded plastic




by Carmen H Gray

What shall I write today? I asked

When e= were the two keys my fumbling fingers

Had accidentally pressed into the keyboard

I looked at those symbols

That took up empty space

Energy equals mass

Even when that mass is deathly quiet

The resistance used or wound up tight

Every particle just pushed and changed

Like wood in a pyre

Energy equals you and me

And random thoughts on a blank page

Stars and that tiny piece of glass

That got stuck in your heel

Like sharp words that got

Stuck in your heart

All of it can change and shift

And it shall because

It will