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We sat with smokes in our lips.
A guitar leaned in the corner
by the TV, against the purple drapes
that blew in the storms.

We put ourselves on paper.
I went on in words.
My friend sketched shapes into pictures.

His dad would sit with us;
a book in his hand
and miles of philosophical thoughts to share.

We would talk about ideas
that continued to more ideas
that flooded into work.

Those days were the dream days.
We were young.
We had art.
We had time to waste.

by Gabe Redel

What I Have
by Gabe Redel


I see around me,
at all four walls,
that the room is bare.
No artwork has been hung.
A couch nor a table
has been set.

I am in the room
telling myself
that the walls will soon be decorated
with paintings
and large photographs.

I say that not too long from now
and the corners will be pushed
with furniture.

Telling myself
what is sure to happen
makes me feel better
about not having.

And that is called hope
and that is what hope is worth.
It isn’t a plan.
It isn’t what I want.
It simply helps me enjoy
what I do not have.