..
we raise our eyes
to sky
and beg the dawn
to
…….(warn)
warm us,
swarm us in a buzz
of long-bewildered
song:
more hope, less sting.
see, here’s the thing:
either way, i’ll stand here
………arms akimbo,
palming psalms.
..
In November, we poem.
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