Poetry – Lateral Doing

We are all sons, And we’re all daughters, As we pass by the Invisible Woman. “Son?” “Son?” “Daughter?” “Son?” She sits there on the steps…

“I don’t know what lies unseen, over the edge, in that grass. We may make it, or we may not. But we have to jump….

Yes, I AM my brother’s keeper, And of my sister too. My sisters and I We will see you fed; We don’t need To be…

What’s taking you so long? Should we stay or should we go? The sun will go down soon, And with it my hopes, My bag…