Steve O'Halloran

		Poems by Steve O'Halloran
		Eight Year-old School Lesson chalk dust in my pockets blue ink blotched on my sleeve. my mother asks me what I learned in school. I say: “ to be careful with the tools of knowledge.”
		10 April 2003
		____________ how many fireflies blinking does it take to notice? what street lamp ever thought itself to be a moon? how many insomniacs does it take for daylight?
		24 July 2003
		______________ who can whisper silence between words? who will listen to the red rose clearing its throat in the wind? what flock of parrots flew away with the rainforest?
			24 July 2003
		______________ how many lies does it take to build a war? how many truths bleed as a result? what description is adequate for forgiveness? is a third generation forest reason enough?
		26 March 2003
		________________ Questions to Home what margin of error? what syntax of firepower? what punctuation in blood? what sentence for patrol? what word for war?
		2 October 2003