Rhododendrons reveal
whiteness,
while
sun cascades
clipping and casting
shadows on suburban
homes and dreams
And birds flit
faster
it seems these
days,
louder too.
Can they
see it all?
Can they
hear it all?
Better still,
can WE?
The panic
The injustice
The illness
The void
The meaning
Do they carry
messages to one
another
wondering,
purposefully
plotting
how to get us to
not just notice
this,
but also
to vote on this?
Can we hear it?
The invisibility
cloak
of privilege
and pride
serves as a
weighted blanket
for some,
therapeutically
quelling
discomfort
lullabying
that there is
"nothing more
to be done here"
After all,
'it's just awful'
and
'such
a shame'
Clucks of
the tongue
team up with
disgusted
shakes of
the head
clearing space
clearing space
so folks can
get back in
line at
home
depot
for potted
plants and
grass seed
and I wonder
what's the most
important thing
to grow?
And the
birds hang
out in the
garden center
too, you know
they see it all
and
and
their chatter
is everywhere
for those who
truly listen
is everywhere
for those who
truly listen
I'd like
to think
they're all
abuzz
about the
phoenix
rising up in
the streets
Aware
that enough
is finally
enough
and the
time to pivot
and shift
has arrived
we can all learn to
fly
we can all learn to
fly
yet, the terror
that paralyzes
those who
have been long
served through
flowers, blankets
now stand
naked, afraid
But this, my friends
is how we are born.
And it
also how
we will
be born
again:
weightless
weightless
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