Lights on the scene
Lights unseen
Halo burned out and smoking
Guns held up
Stoking
The national conversation and call
A tenuous decision
To watch it unfold
Is like watching old food
Grow mold
Another day
Another story
Words fall short from glory
The rustic support of the old bridge
Waiting to cave in
Wanting to collapse
Under weight strained hours of labor
The old bridge drags
Holds hope of letting go
The old bridge
The old home
Let go
Let go
I had no idea
The meaning of such words
Does it claim me
For its own
Is it a direct take
On being owned
A birth of populism
Has alway been around
I guess now
It’s just more prevalent
Then just hanging around
I will remember the fact of my old address
I will remember the smell of the old house
I will remember how many times I cried
Laughed
Hoped
Fell
I will relish the memories of what transpired
Between these walls
I will remember it as home
Even when I am away
I will think of it
Often if not every day
As I begin a new journey
With a new home and center
How these memories will serve me
To learn and to grow
The facts will grow faint
While the memories will always stay
In my home
To all it may concern
There is no concern
From me
In uncertain times followed by
Racketing horns
There is no word of concern
Only words are the words
Flying from the horns
On top of the sky
On the bottom of the ocean
The words are submerged
Deep
Far away
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
Fresh flowing
From brackish to salt
Fresh to full
The coastal waters
Lap the shores of the country
Wearing down beaches
Building new shores
Wash away
And bring it back
Even more
A little
Not too much
Not to tiny
Large or medium
Not a full portion
Somewhere in the middle
Flat out
A little bit
Return
In a moments notice
I wince and hold it
Improper way I could have shown it
This lies seep through my own teeth
Through our own fabric
In our soul
Flash
Back
Gone
Back and forth
Lay up
Lay down
Wait for the moments
Spin around
Confused
Misconstrued
Hopefully it’s over before
Noon
Back in a flash
Gone in a moment
Open to the present
Closed
But we must own it
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