The land shall not be sold permanently, for the land belongs to Me,
for you are strangers and [temporary] residents with Me.
but, truly, who can own anything
when the city can take it all away
domain a highway through your koi pond
when strangers from a strange land can
We build away the forests so people can
have tables and chairs and lawn furniture
manicured lawns, on top of the earth
that was here long before anyone
will be here long after we’ve
used up all the air.
at what we’ve done. Until they evolve
and the cycle cycles again.
telling us otherwise. So take no trespassing
signs with a grain of salt.
we are nothing but dust. We are
so easily scattered.
Los Angeles poet Rick Lupert created the Poetry Super Highway (an online publication and resource for poets), and hosted the Cobalt Cafe weekly poetry reading for almost 21 years. He’s authored 23 collections of poetry, including “God Wrestler: A Poem for Every Torah Portion“, “I’m a Jew, Are You” (Jewish themed poems) and “Feeding Holy Cats” (Poetry written while a staff member on the first Birthright Israel trip), and most recently “Hunka Hunka Howdee!” (Poems written in Memphis, Nashville, and Louisville – Ain’t Got No Press, May 2019) and edited the anthologies “Ekphrastia Gone Wild”, “A Poet’s Haggadah”, and “The Night Goes on All Night.” He writes the daily web comic “Cat and Banana” with fellow Los Angeles poet Brendan Constantine. He’s widely published and reads his poetry wherever they let him.
