Hope’s Recital, a Poem.

the words they dance

sometimes a foxtrot

sometimes a waltz

and attempt a ballet on occasion

the river flows

the moon illuminates

the tree shades each

tender kiss

the sun

creates ashes from the remains

and hope

if it is allowed

manages the sun and the stars

in our heavens

it breathes life

and raises from the dead

those precious

those dear

those loved

and tames the wicked sun

into a dream

into a song

by which we all

may dance


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