Notice
I noticed the junkie scratching his arm on the train,
I noticed the drunk singing sweet Jesus,
I noticed the hookers on Grey Street,
I noticed the studs in her nipples,
and I noticed the books on her shelf,
Emma Goldman, Patti Smith,
I noticed people drowning off Christmas
island,
I noticed the rise of bigotry and hate,
and I heard the sounds of storm troopers
marching through our streets,
I noticed the last gasp of a dying woman,
and a child crying in her crib,
I noticed the war being played out,
entertainment for the bored,
I noticed the flood,
I noticed the fire,
I noticed the cyclone,
and I noticed the tangerine sky as
the forest went up in smoke,
and I noticed the darkness enveloping our
earth,
I noticed the light.
- Kenneth Trimble 2018
Kenneth lives in Euroa in country Victoria. He has been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize in America. He has a number books out through www.littlefoxpublishing.com, the last one Collected Works, performed at Collected Works Bookshop in Melbourne and elsewhere. His poetry has been published across the world and his work appears in a number of anthologies. Kenneth is heading to India later this year on a Buddhist pilgrimage .
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