Thursday, January 26, 2017

poem #21

the 21st day was for marching
and i marched for 5 hours
and my knees ached
and my shoulders tightened
my biceps sore
but i made a sign that morning
and it has no words
but it speaks to me and my experience and what i care about
but it is not the only thing i care about
and the better sign might have been the one that said
there's just too many things to put on this sign
that sign was good
and funny
but mostly so sad

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