The thunderstorm storms,
And the rocking-chair rocks.
And the town across the water is impoverished
Except there is no water,
There are only train tracks
Which were built on purpose –
Deliberately –
So that now there is a right side
And a wrong side.
All the after-school programs
In the world
Won’t help me recognize those children as my own.
Slightly Ignorant 
wow. Short and sweet and powerful.
Thank you! I’m glad to see you around the blogosphere again :).
Wow, great poem, Ilana! Like Miss Rosemary said, very powerful.
xoxoxo!
Thank you, Erin! You need a subscribe button on your blog, you know that? I want to get your posts right to my email so that I don’t miss them…
That has quite the punch. Frank and to the point. Isn’t it sad there has to be a “wrong” side to anything?
Definitely, but it is, sadly, the reality of too many places…
really like this entry love