Poem: Pronouns

Like Paul Simon's "Fingerprints," I've seen them all and man, they're all the same.
Pronouns The faces are here, my friends, all of them pronouns among the named Jack in another language, Karen with a foreign voice, before their immigration America born here, its history moving through the streets Eyes and hands I know, recognized architects, countrymen before the country No strangers to be found	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.