four question

four question

A Poem by hanford zdeb

who among us is not scattered dust

blowing through the forest and hills?

who more important than the enameled

blackened night and winded stars?


where do we go in the harried minutes

between the rising of day, 

the density of sleep,

and working as pretenders in the garden?


who are we to ask rounded questions

while around us elevated to disbelief,

garish in speech and gesture, 

our small gods fail us?



© 2022 hanford zdeb

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Added on August 3, 2022
Last Updated on August 3, 2022


hanford zdeb
hanford zdeb

Fly over country, IL

Old man. Still curious, still amazed. more..