SHORT POEMS

NOT TITLED

the chase is thrilling
cat toying with a rodent...
making his last run


damp dark cement cell ...
strapped inmate on steel table
pleading for prayer

hungary visitor
searching moonlit garbage cans
for something to eat

wherever the child...
the hurting cry of hunger
keeps sounding the same

eastern winds blowing
all nature mourns in showers
trees weep on their banks

once loudly proclaimed
now resting covered with rust ...
my testimony

two waves of movement
walking the quiet pavement ...
across the silence

trees do not hide me
no effective hiding place
I am on my knees

Quihadi