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Rising up every day before dawn

He eats, showers, & puts

his work clothes on

He’s not afraid of a little

grit or grime, or putting in

a bit of overtime, in fact he

believes laziness is a crime

By: J.N.R Dutton

Petals

About how one person’s trash is another’s treasure

flower petals scattered round

on a crowded Mexican street,

People en masse

passing by,

trampling them under their feet

Til a woman begins gathering them up,

working in the bitter Mexican heat

She takes them home and affixes them

to a canvas, arranged so beautifully & neat

She adds a special sealant,

to set them permanently,

Then sells her petal collage @ a market

To get her family food to eat

By:J.N.R Dutton

Sweet Moment

They’ve waited all week to have a sweet moment alone

Work often leaves them worn & weary to the bone

They’re dancing in the hallway where the dim lights barely glow

Dancing to the music, of each others heart & soul

There’s none else that either one would rather have to hold

The joy they have in each other is some of the greatest they’ve known

By:J.N.R Dutton