These times are poignant
The winds have shifted
It’s all we can do
To stay uplifted
I’m impatient like you to get to the bottom of the problem
of what to call the vacant feeling of our long-ago deportation
from the goats & their creamy milk & the meadows & pastures
they would frolic in each Sunday when my father would
metaphorically herd them…
Protest runs through the region’s veins like coal seams through the mountains.
Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.
apparently just to live
just to experience life
is not an acceptable trade
While people of color and middle-class White women are slowly gaining representation, poor Whites’ stars are not rising.
two men in camouflage
drunk loud talk, stare at shotguns
It can be waiting
And telling your children to wait
Wait their whole childhoods away.
It’s knowing they blame you.
What is needed is a message that speaks to voters across the spectrum, telling them that they are being heard and their needs will be addressed by proposals for economic and social progress that will include and benefit everyone.
On his route with a load of papers on his head,
he wasn’t tough enough to scare Michael
who socked him so hard papers flew
like peace doves all over Fifth Avenue.
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