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in the coffee lands of Guatemala
June 2007 
the concrete divide
Mags
across the concrete divide
the sell desperately.
i am freshly showered.
i am watched while i watch
the rhythm of the day passes with a 20-person street band
and the bells of bread carts
everyone is waiting
waiting for something
maybe something better.
or maybe i'm the only unsettled one
they can sit on concrete slabs for hours
watching
yet aren't we always seeking?
i want simplicity
they want opportunity
we all want some opening for joy
the woman with half her face covered in mold wants it
the wrinkled hunchback man pushing a cart with 200 oranges wants it
and me, fresh and clean, i want it.
from our unsettled spaces in the human story
we each do what we know
waiting to open new magical golden doors
across the concrete divide
the door opens
and i walk thru.
MZM 4-29-07
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Absolutely, beautiful! Thank you for sharing. I am not sure why it has taken me so long to come back to your blog and read what you have written. Please share more. :)