all we have at times
our recollections, harvests
even our forfeitures–
what we give in penance

what we sought and forgot
longed for, abandoned
takeaways from life, both lived
and dreamed in withdrawal

small things, less than expected
tokens for real rewards
sometimes much larger, even profound
like the mystery of a sunset

loose change in our pockets
scraps left on a dinner plate
barely enough keeping us alive
not enough to die for

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: Wisdom Work Press:

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