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The New World<\/strong><\/p>\n An old man\u2019s toothless smile <\/p>\n <\/p>\n V.C. Linde\u00a0<\/strong> has been writing poetry for most of her life in a wandering variety of styles and now writes custom written<\/a> poems . She has been published in the anthology \u2018Dark Currents\u2019 and won the 2012 NYT found poetry competition. This<\/a> is her blog.\u00a0 Finder her on Twitter @vclinde<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The New World An old man\u2019s toothless smile as his street organ plays a wild-xylophone lament. The daily grind with only a monkey to keep the company, while he tips his hat \u2013 hoping others will too. As the century turns on there is a Fortune to be made. Tea, silkworms, kumquats and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3088","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3088","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3088"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3088\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3090,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3088\/revisions\/3090"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3088"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3088"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3088"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas his street organ plays a
\nwild-xylophone lament.
\nThe daily grind with only
\na monkey to keep the company,
\nwhile he tips his hat \u2013
\nhoping others will too.
\nAs the century turns on there is
\na Fortune to be made.
\nTea, silkworms, kumquats and peonies
\nare the new Gods,
\nand the street falls silent.<\/p>\n