clouds of misunderstanding cover the land
from the east coast to the west and from
the land above the lakes to the gulf waters,
like a plague, it lays out on all of us,
like a blanket it warms our souls,
like an old friend, it stays too long...
we swim in the mouth of its rivers, cleaning
ourselves with its dirty waters as if we were
are pure as the driven snow that covers the
land to our northern borders, while our
southern borders bleed out immigrants, who
perceive the best is yet to come, not the
least bit concerned they are all unwelcomed;
we stand on the shore of our thoughts and
gaze out at the blank universe in front of us,
seeing nothing that we haven't seen already
but expecting more than we deserve since
we are the children of convenience, the sons
and daughters of those who abandoned us
before the night had created day and day
had created the uncertainty of life that
we all eat regularly to maintain our spirits.
November 3, 2023
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