Lines
draw one in the dirt, and dare
follow others on your way home
stencil with charcoal, to
craft delicate portraits
check them out in the mirror
demarcate colors of glass, the
outlines of our outlooks
lay them cross country for cargo
string in pairs to pluck, set
upright for binding attackers
offer verbally on stage, to
remind us of pasts repeated
draw once more in the sand, we
cry for peace
to lay down arms, and
yearn for the day we
won’t have to
draw again
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“Crossing a line nobody drew.”
Allen, this poem is 🔥
Brilliant! Had me at this line:
draw one in the dirt, and dare