has
always led me
to
throw the words down in a hurry
no
expectations
refugees
gathering up their families
heading
toward the boats and rafts
against
all odds with only courage
poets
sheltering infants at standing rock
in a lineage of endless canyons and prairies
a
vision that can't wait
words
eked out
from
a mother's breast
and
a river
to
cleanse us all
---
e b bortz
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