Thursday, August 28, 2008


Each of us carries

An invisible weight of guilt

Of each step – intentional or not –

That with each hour of joy

Happiness as an ankle chain draws us down

It is the imperfection of our life

As we stoop and straighten with


Good deed

And creation

(For more of Arthur's poetry, see,, or Google "Arthur Weil Poetry Books". )

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