Poet to friend: “I do feel that working seven days a week to provide my society with a world class product should earn me a home, a decent income and a little recognition. Anything else is a sad comment on a culture which cannot manage to teach fully fifty percent of its citizens to read past the sixth grade level.”

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Recorded Reading (1:27): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/5wyorghvhmw5ec4n9boyo/Unhappy-Day.mp3?rlkey=2kh334pjxu2nbr7z8m30ya3w7&dl=0

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Unhappy Day

How unhappy be the day
Brings for us to view
Betrayal of most craven kind
Innocence unto

I ask myself what lesson
I am by heaven meant
To learn through repetition of
This too-frequent event

Looking round me here on Earth
Though am perhaps to something blind
I do not see environments
Where people are routinely kind,

Truthful or considerate
Habitually accountable
For promise and agreement
Of which their words are full

So if this poet ever is to
Reas’nable relations know
She can naught but contribute
To make all life’s consciousness grow

Throughout the world, each moment
She has ability to work —
It seems she never will be free
Of the cold shadow lurk,

O’er her chronic racing heart
Through age’s every trembling limb,
Against which she may only reach
For help from seraphim,

Of homelessness and hopelessness –
Might nevermore know peace
Only incipient despair
Forever, without cease

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Until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ and to begin once again to create professional connections and to rebuild her life, this poet presently lives homeless and at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level ~ still working seven days a week to contribute to her society, however.

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