Joe Puentes
Poem: “Maelstrom of Kindness”
It’s hard to see the extravagant gestures
of kindness around us when our eyes
are being conditioned to see
the controversial and maelstrom.
I’m sitting here
thinking and thinking and thinking.
Why are my memories blank of public spirit?
I look at my reflection in the ripples and
thump my finger against my chest and say,
It begins here.
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