At the border
between Mass & NY
there are billboards
reminding us there is
injustice in the world
that turns people
into vagabonds & wretches
for the curve of their faces,
the mishmash of their shades,
that blind justice
is both all-knowing
and unseeing,
that long shadows
are remote and dark
over this bare
and sullen landscape,
the empty trees scratching
at the chilly air,
the washed-out grass,
the dull palate
polite folk call “earth tones,”
that’s spread fast and thin
with jerky strokes,
because we don’t
ever look too hard
at the world as we pass.
Daryl Muranaka lives with his family in New England. In his spare time, he enjoys aikido and taijiquan, and exploring his children’s dual heritages. He has written one book of poems, Hanami, and two chapbooks, The Minstrel of Belmont and Leading the Beast Home.
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