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dwelling in the canyon of red sand stone we marked our houses with characters befitting our desires  if we were sad  w...

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Shelter

Trees in open trunks
going to peoples homes
to become brightly trimmed
in celebration
of Christ's birth

People without homes
don't wish for trees
or turkeys with trimming
anymore than you or I
in tribulation

They wish for shelter
from the cold
a moment's warmth
a minute's peace
an hour of hope
a home of their own

pattra burnetto monroe december 1994

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