Friday poem, Lance Henson
Happy Bastille Day. Storm something.
revolutionary song
dawn brings with it the sorrow of light
of one who does not want to be seen
a voice that must be hidden
in a place
that it does not belong
is it a river or a breeze
or the running water that grieves
onto itself
that makes one wish to be free
the forbidden song of the cricket
lies among the roses
a wind floats by whispering of che
and crazy horse
on a morning of frost
in the soreness of waking
the cry of humanity goes out of itself
as impossible to stop
as the weeping of water
as the weeping of a child
--Lance Henson
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