Republics Fall
when drawers fill
with junk mail
scissors pencils pens
New York City subway
tokens disguised
as loose change
her past fat with
relics even she
cannot recall
She is a republic
falling under its
own dead weight
though not too late
to save the future
No not too late
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Amazing metaphor. I like the pause in the last line–it drew out a hope-wonder emotion as I experienced this last thought.