This is my poetry book. I can tell because that’s me on the cover.

This is the second installment of my “giveaway”, a random posting of the book’s content. I will draw two numbers from the “hat” and post whatever is printed on the corresponding pages.

As mentioned earlier the book has a story arc when read in sequential order. Random posting eliminates that aspect but if anyone is interested in seeing the context there is the “look inside” feature on Amazon.

There is no timeline for completing this project, just whenever it feels like it wants to be done.

And today’s numbers are: Two and fifty-two.

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YESTERDAYS ARE FOREVER

Moments shared

Scattered here

Scattered there

Moments stolen from now

Pieced and fitted together

Form a never to be forgotten then

Make the most of these moments

For today

Turns the promise of tomorrow

Into yesterdays

And yesterdays

Only yesterdays

Are forever

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THE BAG LADIES OF THE LOWER EAST SIDE

Little dumpy women-people

Abdicating grandmotherhood

To roam the city’s core

Always searching

A bit of string

A half-used matchbook

The New York Times

Now twenty-four hours into history

Picking – Lifting – Scanning

Turning each new treasure

In gnarled, age spotted hands

Judging – Rating – Deciding

A keeper? Yes, definitely a keeper

Stuffing into the gaping maw, the insatiable mouth

Of the ever present shopping bag.

The dying picking among the dead