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starting off wrong foot hold

a time to answer
ruler gave little to stand in.

storm threatened, exploded cold shadow
mysteries appear at the door
another burn on the sojourn

bury arms.
conduct friendly first year.
side now up to the clouds above.

For dverse, an erasure poem from Harper Lee’s To Kill A Mockingbird. Dedicated to the Republicans in our U.S. Congress and the way their “not playing well with others” holds us hostage. They know quite well they hold the keys to our security: At home, abroad, and universally… I keep hoping they listen to what Lincoln called “our better angels.” Lincoln would be ashamed at what his party has become: Obstructionists, secessionists, rich men in silk suits who spit on the poor. I call ‘em like I see ‘em, and depression only makes the lines seem deeper and more entrenched.

Also at my bipartisan poetry hangout, Poets United… proud to be a member. Peace, Amy