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The Glass-eyed City

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Martie
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   The Glass-eyed City


Home had been this cardboard box
and sundry boards placed just so,
broken on the ground now,
with his books and magazines
scattered and torn.

Might as well have picked him up
and shredded him into pieces
and thrown him into the breeze
that crossed the sidewalk.

His flashlight lay in pieces,
its spring exposed
like a broken spinal cord
on the black asphalt of the parking lot.

Now

his belongings fit
in the cardboard box and he had no home
because this act of breaking
had taken the small hope
that had found dignity in some boards.

I have nothing he thought
until Tom,
with the golden Buick stopped,
and said, in matter of fact words,

that flashlight’s broken,

not knowing the importance of a flashlight
in the darkness of some lives.

The gangly, skinny kid with eyes like sky
on a cloudless day trusted the other
who no one trusted.

Trust built from talk of car engines.
    
You want to go for a ride, he asked,
and something happened then
something invisible and sweet.
This man of no hope,
let a piece of his heart out,
let it float there in the air between them
then clasp onto this kid
of infinite possibility.  

The box with all his belongings got smaller
as they drove into the glass-eyed city.

He turned and saw it
small and inconsequential on the sidewalk.
    
© Copyright 2000 Martie Odell-Ingebretsen - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 02-04-2000 06:58 PM       View Profile for RainbowGirl   Email RainbowGirl   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit RainbowGirl's Home Page   View IP for RainbowGirl

Wow! Martie....You're as deep as I am tonight but I loved every single word...Do I ever...

HUGS

 The grape passes through the press to yield wine.
Your life must pass through the press of passion and pain to yield the wine of wisdom..

lucky
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2 posted 02-04-2000 08:09 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

  I used to live in that cardboard condo but the rain up north just made it to soggy, I got myself a real estate agent in a hurry and got out Justin a nick of thyme.

  The fact that we are all individuals does not make us different kinds of Christians, but the fact that we are Christian does make us a different kind of people. May your neighbors respect you, troubles neglect you, the angels protect you, and heaven accept you. I think I stole that from one of ya alls Passion, it could be just some kinda’ parkin’ disease but I’ve never been sighted on it. I no longer understand the “where” and “why” of His leading, nor do I want to and too many times as we should appraising be seem but only to find a hard and cruel destiny... notwithstanding, still I do hear that gentle whisper ever pleading, God is working, God is faithful, God is hearing - simply wait..!


 
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Wouldn't this be a nicer world if more people had hearts like Tom! This is a very moving piece, Martie! Your beutiful always have a beautiful message as well!

Denise
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Your words never cease to move me  
Elizabeth Santos
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Your heart is as wondrous as your verse
And your verse is magnificent
Liz
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RG--Thanks for the wow.  If I'm as deep as you then that's pretty deep.

lucky--thanks for reading and for your interesting reply

Denise--It would be nice if there were more like Tom.  Thank you

Ruth--Thank you so much.  I'm glad to know my words move you.

Liz--What sweet words from such a wonderous poet.  Thank you.
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Martie, this is exceptional, and so well expresses the importance of recognizing that it is the seemingly minute act in one's life that can make all the difference in one's spirit. I enjoyed this, very much.


Claire
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Claire--
Thank you for putting such effort and interest into the comments that you make.  It's much appreciated.

 In the dew of little things,
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
(ee cummings)
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