I’ve got a little boat and she’s seaworthy
somehow I continue to live here
expansive and dangerous
stretching from ocean to ocean
long after the continents
lost its interconnectedness
we make music out of trees
and jewelry out of oysters
how is it we can’t make peace
out of the most basic tenets
all religions seem to practice
elections and appointments
aren’t working any better
than heritage or privilege
ordinary people standing up
and speaking out perilously
change is at hand and the end
is near continue to play out
like a broken historical record
replaying sunday hangings
and friday crucifixions
september two thousand nineteen
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Loved that title!
Thank you, Isha.
(speechless)
thank you
Lovely work, and very true and thoughtful words
thank you very much
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thank you for sharing my poetry