sunrise revisited
there’s not much time left
my love
to make the world
our very own again
stampedes have come
and gone
leaving behind pieces of china
all over this promising place
while so many
crawl on their hands and knees
gathering past lives
that can’t possibly
be put back together
I grab hold of your hand
and slowly we pull away
tiptoeing past land mines
ultimately racing
directly into a rising sun
october two thousand eighteen
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Oh John – this is wonderful from beginning to end – just really really good.
thanks so much, Kathleen – I’m excited you think so!
beautiful
Thank you, Bonnie.