Sunday, January 10, 2021

For A Time

 For A Time

poem by e.e.cane

Jan. 10, 2021

where have they gathered?

hope lingers like

fragrance after footsteps

freedom steadily sweet


came across america

imprisoned by fortune

many colors bold, shining, 

the success of innocence 

and happy-speak

it's pink now

the mist of forgetfullness

and betrayal

skin exploding new standards

this is the way

humanity lurches

cries and, 

for a time,


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