November 8, 2016
Won’t stop at nightfall
won’t grind down
like a stone thrashed
by tides, won’t lapse,
or be denied. This fight
cannot be taken from us,
we will pass it, one to another
inflamed by kindness
or the desire for kindness
or the insistence
that kindness not be futile
we don’t use the word futile, or furious
though we are furiously holding out our hands
with their stone of hope
we won’t let it go.
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