Thursday, October 3, 2019

poem of the day October 3


The gate of stagnation blew open
in a free wind for the first time in years
It took a while for indecisive footprints 
caught in their own red and white shoes
to move forward through the polarized soil
salted with the hatred of loud fear-mongers
The gate was bathed in the pure blue sunshine of the constitution
Looking back it was a good day of freedom

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