Poem: After the Climb

Crow On The Wire

I push a cart with rusty wheels
in the hot, summer heat.

When I get to the top.
I have another mountain,
another long, arduous climb.

Some days, I’d rather lay on my back
and contemplate the sky,
read the stars in the galaxy
for a sign
that my struggle
is part of a cosmic plan

and that I’m not
just an outcast,
committing a victimless crime.


photo taken in La Jolla by Mark Tulin

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