Color of Joy, Will They Last?
In February they sprout
from frozen ground, out
out of the deep dark of dirt
out to dazzling bright
their own deepness, a purple
popping joy and delight
In September there’s doubt
from chosen grounds, out
out of the deep dark of lies
out of “We the People” past
our own deepness, a pale
pondering: will democracy last?
Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography
https://askwhatelse.blog/2022/09/06/what-will-last/
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