September 7, 2015
(for Lenard D. Moore)
In those digital domains
worry did reign.
Labor's guilty light
gave summer day
to wintry sagas:
sentences strung in cursive,
the art work of hands
ennobling undocumented dirt,
tired feet, and weary
hearts.
Often, eyes contrite
in pain await
poetic blessings
for the mechanical brain.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
