more important things

homeless and jobless,he asks me for advice
where can he sleep tonight? He has aged gray
since we last met.I am @a poetry reading.(he is an excellent poet-
and he sings like an angel...
she is a healer,poet,artist -yet her Reiki
does not heal her illness.She asks me for Light
and i send it.Creation awaits her return to hospice
she has a temp job(way overqualified-
yet @her age,this is not her real life-
photographer,healer,poet,gardener-
time serving just a waste of her mind
he sleeps on the streets/sings on the streets
so i give him strings for his guitar,so he
might petition as Buddha would-via harmonies
the poets pantry empty as poets grow homeless
see them giving samples @HEB
applying to stack shelves,greet @WALMART
poetry must wait until their bellies are full
with a roof on their head -this is for them
and we on the edge,with songs in our art
and a fragility that butterflies envy
Here gardens mean more than a metaphor
What you grow will feed more than poems