Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Patrick Frank   Quiet Change We throw the I Ching And come up with “Traveling” All day I feel tense Now at dusk, as darkness falls I let go, welcome the new There is a clatter In the kitchen of fishes Music and talking In the bedroom. Now the sound Of the cicada, healing   Walking Up From the Worthington Street Shelter I am walking up the hill from the shelter at 7 AM Headed to the donut shop where the locals hang out I dont remember what happened to my car I used to drive there I have my gym bag, with stuff to read and write The folks ignore me and talk about their own thing I write in my journal Searching within for a vision of hope Some semblance of a plan I will walk to the bus station locker soon To check on my things   Next Poem
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