October 3, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment POVERTY Are we so poor that we cannot stand to see each other? Are we so sure that we cannot see the better in each? Are we so cured of our affections for each other that we don’t know how to be lured into the abyss of friendship? COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...