I can see myself
Muscling down Broadway
Sobbing or just weeping
Trying to disguise my tears
In order
To spare
Your discomfort
At the sight of emotion
Of someone
Feeling something
I can cry and laugh
All at once
I can mourn the loss
And laugh at some kind of gain
My nose bright red
And yet I’m not ashamed.
I cried at The Color Guard
I sighed at the inability of some to
Just feel compassion
Not politics
Feel the strength of humanity
Instead of always sleeping with anger.
Those who rant about love
But cannot
Extend it to those who lead different lives,
And
Cannot dance with abandon.
So I will hold them in my heart and skedaddle.
Because its grown
Tiresome.

Wheres
Audie Murphy
When
You
Need
Him?

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