There are times when what I don’t know bothers me: my lack of experience, and naivety. All I can do is knit scarves for the homeless, give to the foodbank … make others aware … write about what I imagine …
IGNORANCE
I’ve missed 2.00 a.m.
traffic on Main Street 
slept through fights
on the corner of Broadway
picked no needles
from dawn alleys
only know them from media
been angered over homelessness
grieved at AIDS HIV
my knowledge smells
like second-hand smoke
on Monday morning
first published in Gutter Eloquence
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes
1960willowtree 