JULY 11, 2025 POETRY 'questions answered' if my debt has been paid then why am i still afraid? why do i feel betrayed? why is my color grey? have i gone blind? will i see what's to find? how long is the grind? i'm restless and tired exhausted and wired if i can't believe blind will God have me fired? or freed from this cage? i grow stronger with age but what good is wisdom in this day and age where the devil's a wizard and i'm just a mage? i wasn't taught love it's something i know like when a rain falls and our sun casts a glow reflecting white light in a prism rainbow like when a rose blooms and the warm winds blow like fragile sparkling sky flying Snow i want to be here not so long ago i want to live now i've had enough practice why would our god give us life to retract it? these are just some of the questions i have am i missing something? please try not to laugh i'm dying inside but i refuse to hide from the almighty truth about which satan lied AUGUSTINE JAY Groundcover vendor No. 678 for that i'm a stranger i'm a caged bird i smile and sing but no one hears my words no one but God the love we all need the one thing we starve for but nobody feeds the one thing that grows without soil or seed everything was is and always will be the one thing we dig for that nobody buried to love is to synchronize forever married throughout from within and around space and time love is the only god worth all these rhymes and as long as we have it we will never die GROUNDCOVER NEWS 11 Pride, Unfolding LYNN GAIT-BILODEAU Groundcover vendor No. 663 We are the colors after rain, the spectrum bold and unashamed— a thousand stories, woven threads of hope and hurt and love reclaimed. We are the laughter in the dark, the hands that reach across the room, the quiet courage, beating hearts that blossom riotously in bloom. We are the names they tried to hush, the truths that shimmer in the light, the chosen kin, the gentle hush of dawn that breaks a longer night. We are the questions, we are the song, the dance of genders, fierce and free, the right to love, to live, belong— the future we demand to see. So let us rise, and let us sing, with every voice and every hue. This pride is not a borrowed thing— it’s us, it’s real, it’s always true. Another peaceful day SHAWN SWOFFER Groundcover vendor No. 574 As the morning dew is on the grass I open my eyes When the heat of the summer hits the day I stop to listen to the busy city Author's note: I’d like to encourage folks to check out Groundcover vendor No. 139 Jim Clark’s thoughts on “Radical Love.” You can find it online on the Groundcover website. Navigate to "Street News" and then "Digital Issues" and look for the March 21, 2025 edition; it’s on page 4! Thanks for reading and stay well friends! TTFN! When evenings comes into less sounds from the city's cars and trucks I meditate into the night I feel good and happy It's been a good day I think to myself When the night blankets us with darkness I sleep into an entire nighttime Maybe tomorrow I'll have another peaceful day Another morning will stop my way
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