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“Skipping Meals” by Trevor Witt

Skipping meals,
Empty stomach,
Two dollars in my bank account,
One hundred and twenty in my pocket,
But I need gas,
For a whole week,
And I will need dinner,
For a whole week,
And I need to save some,

In case of an emergency.

“Coffee, Music, Love” by Trevor Witt

Coffee is my sustenance.
Music is my religion.
My soul is love.

“Imagine everyone naked (Before G-d)” by Trevor Witt

Imagine everyone naked,
What’s the big deal?
We are animals,
Roaming the earth in our shells,
Clothing our insecurities in costumes,
Customs and habits and societal mores.

We want more,
To deny our fragility,
To understand our frailty,
To defy our limitations,

“To go where no man has gone before”.

We are curious critters,
Wanting to see new lands,
To meet new people,
To try new things.
We do not want

To get old.

We want to eat,
To grow,
To have sex,
Sometimes, to reproduce.

We want love,
And faith, hope and comfort.
We fear our nakedness,

As we stand bare,
Before G-d.

“Las flores or dead end” by Trevor Witt

Las flores or dead end?
I turn to Las Flores,
And walk next to these tiny beings,
Full of soothing greens and poignant oranges.
Cute brown critters scurry up the trees,
As I approach slowly, cautiously, the ducks,
Hazy yellow sunlight and slightly smoggy blues,
Parade in the park, gifting me comforting hues.

Slivers of sunlight reach through the trees,
Greeting us before they gradually depart,

Goodbye is temporary,
As we sleep beneath the stars.