First Week of June, 2020
I am staring into the sand
my thoughts in a cloud as I walk.
Nothing is right with this world –
not the deaths occurring at the hand of authority
not the man cuffed with a knee to his neck
not the businesses boarding their windows
not the president promising retaliation
not the peaceful overcome by violence.
I am both helpless and complacent
since my little shore is yet unharmed.
But with our collective heads
in the mouth of a Great White
thrashing lies and foaming fear
we cannot just pray for it to be over
we cannot just plead for the past to return.
Pushful winds worry me down the beach
towards a fogged horizon.
What right thing can I build today
with determination with resolve
as I drive my stake into sand
that will surely shift — ?
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