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Hansel to his muse I do not know why Do I expect to find my way, Listen — each footstep Hold me, sister, And these words are the sun Street Performer Blink and you become a child, If seeing is believing, then God has been painted gold Blink again, and a nostril flares, A dollar bill falls into the cup at His feet; a camera flashes, Bright arms land at His side like birds; We are all witness to something of the second coming When we shake hands, He calls me brother and leaves gold Jose Angel Araguz was raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, and now lives in Eugene, Oregon. His work has been published in such journals as The Acentos Review and Rattle and featured in Ted Kooser's American Life in Poetry. New work is forthcoming in Hanging Loose. (contact) |
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