He made this country

True to its words and promise—

We are indebted.

We all walk this earth

Wanting to leave something but

Not someone behind.

At divot stomping:
The Queen squished misogyny,
squished with grace and smile.

Battleground of two:

Good, bad. Flag poles for four: Truth,

Logic, reason, fact.

Seasons come and go;
And so are woes—is that why
People hoard them so?

Seasons come and go:
Nature speaks hi or hello,
Night, bye, shalom—try.

Seasons come and go:
People see, and people feel;
To choose to unknow–

It’s surreal.

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Perhaps an old song

Cannot rewind old times nor,

Give life to bygones.

Perhaps yesterday

Cannot be undone; take back

All been said and done.

But who, what is more

Deserving of justice than

Love that took stance? None.

To look back is a

Thing of wise; Not to take chance

Just checking blindspot.

Taller happiness—

Fewer alphabets, in three

Spells life flourishing

Bright crescent between

Cheeks, showcasing shades of white

Lined up for a grin

Beyond the delight

In a song, a poem, a bliss,

In a kiss that slipped

Kind transcending through

Colors of spring, warm summer

S’mores in winter eve

Light feathered humming,

Carrying much hope and peace

In its gentle wings.