Creation

 

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Let this be a poem seed that grows bigger
than a lilac bush and that smells as sweet.
Let this be a poem-pod that scrolls rainbows
across the sky and rains out dirt complete.
 
And once the colors grow and glow, let’s build
An ark of freedom, an act of kindness
so that not color nor language nor tone
arrests, so ICE contracts certain blindness.
 
And then let’s walk along the nearest stream,
and talk about the flies, frogs, fish, and birds
we see, talk about life, love, and how to
create so we can move beyond these words.
 
The more we can picture a future free,
The more likely that free future will be.

 

For my prompt "Creation" at What's Going On? 

 

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