Like Paul Simon’s “Fingerprints,” I’ve seen them all and man, they’re all the same.


Pronouns

The faces are here,
my friends, all of them
pronouns among the named
Jack in another language,
Karen with a foreign voice,
before their immigration

America born here, its history
moving through the streets
Eyes and hands I know,
recognized architects,
countrymen before the country
No strangers to be found

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
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