the things we have in common

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Carl Sandburg

Honesty 

There’s a need for more of it

A dog will sniff the rear of the rear end

Of another dog and then turn to be sniffed

There is no pretension in that

Dogs are naked 

And open about the nakedness

I am not suggesting that we humans go that far

But perhaps it might help to have a place

Where everyone is naked 

A park 

A shopping area 

A neighborhood

Whenever we are at this place we just strip

Here am I 

Just as I am

Here is my belly 

Here are my privates

The things we all have in common

Are greater than our differences

I believe that and so

Perhaps living a part of life naked

Would make this easier to see 

James Lee Jobe

Just as one opens the curtains 

To let in the sunlight,

Or opens the window for some fresh air

So did I allow Death into my house

Or did I 

Perhaps Death was always here

Just in a different room sipping tea

Waiting to be needed

James Lee Jobe

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