Night Stand
They say that light under the basket
still shines, though I can’t see justice
through tight weaves of social woes,
so, I keep planting fruit, hoe digging
deep soil, hope waiting for the lantern
steeping under the basket to shine free.
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Some days, that’s all we can do. Lovely poem!
Thank you!
A note of hope in a world which frustrates it constantly.