PACE the land
another rude morning
cold porch swings, empty swaying trees
i'm in bed, and it's too early to see much further than i am
these eyes will never heal from this
black rings in the sun
the image it will leave with me, until i feel the dark again
elevation's made
in our color code response
to terrorism's ways of working in our land
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i'm sleeping in, today
wake me when sir lincoln's dreams
return to being one with us
a unified america
a throat relieved of rude
awakenings







Betsy


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