If you're too busy
to notice the flowers
blooming around you,
you're doubly blind.
Even the blind can smell
what they cannot see.
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The Double-Bind
The older you get,
The more comfort you seek. Art
Has no audience.
Art is what you do
Because you must, and no one
Ever pays for that.
We’re all free now and
The pool of blood widens in
Cairo’s Tahrir Square.
The poor line up at
Emergency rooms where they
Writhe in constant pain.
[Disposable Haiku June 30, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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