i pedal
two tires ’round
the News like a barefoot child
flipping sandals
off,
i walk
over
smoking hot
white peppered pages
flowing
with chopsticks and folks,
i ride like a barely rooted child
’round corners of pages
and see people
whose shoes RUN
the world,
i tiptoe softly
on this white peppered page
hoping
for peace
in rice bowls
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Published by Kae Bucher
Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.
In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years.
Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly.
Feel free to dig through my buckets…
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