Friday, April 5, 2019

This year 

this year as fires wave 

too much silence to find
in the face of implacable 
Mother Earth - garments 
shredding, poets writing, 
as the world searches for 
one or three or any wise 
men or women - a bright 
star to see - as heads 
across this globe are 
bowing under the weight 
of hatred loosed -
this year as fires wave -
sweet rain is gathering 
ready to fall fast and soft
on all fires - freeing 
to be born 

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