I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face. (Franz Kafka)
WE CALL IT VISION
Sometimes the honest heart speaks within a limited space. The first poem, a haiku, carries 5, 7, 5 syllables. The next five lines, a tanka, delivers truth in 5, 7, 5, 7, 5 syllables.
DURING A BLACK-AND-WHITE TV SCENE
” I don’t see color,”
says a white man to lynchings
as he leaves the room.
COMMUNITY
The flower sees bees
coming and opens petals.
Possibilities.
Plant and insect share alike.
Even as the stem stands still.
terrypetersen 
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