Democracy
imagine incandescence
pulsing at a distance
a throbbing heart
a boot on its throat
constraints on its limbs
a knee on its neck
only an ember
its flame will come back
Dick Russell
June 2nd. 2020
Spring A Work in Progress 117 Once again, her rosy fingers touched Donal’s cheek Fifty-three years married expected to speak Once again, Br...
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