windrag : poetry : journal

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harvest dance

many who think they’re improvising
are following a script written in stone
many who think they’re reading the score
are making it up as they go along
if you think you know what you’re doing
think again, and play along
if you think you don’t know what you’re doing
think again, and play along

the new politics

to look, unflinchingly, into the eyes
that everyone agrees look back with hatred,
and see the human heart that animates them,
and meet it with your own

propaganda

if you haven’t held

a wrong view, i don’t trust you. 

but let’s hug, and talk. 

gratitude ii

“they gave their lives” is
a phrase we shouldn’t forget.
how will you give yours?

acceptance

peaceful spring night: the
mouse gives itself to the jaws
of the dancing cat.