A Poem: What I’ve Learned | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

One pair of gloves
can last longer
than a man’s love.

A home is an island
that must be fed and
cultivated daily.

On subways, eyes
conceal and shoes
reveal all souls.

Baudelaire’s windows,
his eyes, crept inside
souls crusty with scabs.

The shadows things cast
should remind us
to thank the sun.

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