sideways handicapped seat, a sunburned bearded
square-jawed youngish white man sang and wept.
His tears cascading from his closed eyes unchecked,
to drip off the tip of his nose. My chest relaxed, my
heart felt tender, as if he were crying my grief,
everyone’s grief, releasing our collective song of
mourning these record days of climate crisis.
About this poem
This poem is part of my Solstice solar year poem cycle, where I write a poem a day from June 22, 2019 to June 21, 2020. The poem a day may get posted on a different day than it was written, or several poems might get posted on the same day. And if I choose to submit a poem to a literary journal, I delete it from this blog before doing so. That's my project. I hope it touches your soul and makes you think.
And maybe inspires you to write more poems of your own.
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