Who says there's just one safe way to walk, one road properly lit, and the rest - all slippery water, unmarked?
coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.
If our dreams could edit the news (and sometimes our nightmares) these poems are how they'd wake us up to the urgency of our times.
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