A Fresh Pencil for a Fresh Hell
“For years, the belief that poetry is here to help us traveled with me everywhere, tucked into the pockets of suitcases, backpacks.” ~Naomi Shihab Nye
Sharpened to perfection, this
Natural Blackwing, with the hope
That all our fears are
Wrong. That the coming storm
Will blot it all out. Erase it,
Somehow. Snowflakes shut
Down roads, so only our pens
Can travel. Shut down contempt,
So that our new neighbors
Might ride on words. Write
Their own lives. Pass their classes
And feel they may
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