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Fire Rose

Time puts the fear of god in me,

so call me an atheist. 

 

I’m gonna stay

right here,

 

so time

can’t get me…

 

You don’t move

neither.

 

-----

 

whatever keeps my son’s

head

 

from hitting

the flo’

 

as red

dust

 

settles

unto

 

the neighborhood

 

-----

 

It is

the standard

 

by which

justice – as it

 

falls – is

measured. 

 

For poets, teachers, and

activists!  As spring

 

dawns, all great

works of art

 

confront oblivion –

we tally

 

our

small donations

 

 

Posted 04/23/19
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