His Ears To Find

Never writing for the unholy dollar,

 but that kid in a hundred years

 

When the world has irrevocably changed,

 and lies are all one hears

 

If he could happen to chance upon my words,

 just once while searching blind

 

Then my humble verse would come to life

 —within his ears to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)