1
We should all stand on balconies
and sing
stir the air with memories
that there is connection
no matter how distant, how dead.
2
Necklaces of time, each of us a pearl,
shinning bright,
string the lineage across and beyond;
back to the first fires, the first caves
the very first mounds that rose like voices in the night…
so sing!
Wave your hands and set the chest wide
let the sound of hope
collide with this terrible night.
3
My father is dead!
My father is dead!
It has been twenty years and more
and still
I am alive –
between us everything resides.
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