1971
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Junk
Timeworn articles, catalouging the floor Of Father Julius' Emporium of Junk Vying for the eye That will tell which piece is Everlasting to it's owner Greatness in antiquity, sculpturing the time Waiting for the grasp of care Telling this is the one Father Julius wants most Customers arrive and speculate Each piece is there and on it's time And waiting ever so patiently For their watchful gaze to fall Ever so slightly upon themselves One piece is chosen carefully Father Julius wraps it up He watches along with the others The piece leaves the shop And all are sad to see It wasn't them who were freed
copyright 2001 by Michael F. Nyiri
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