The world keeps whirling
And we do the best we can.
All it takes is each
One voice raised up,
And then just let it go.
Yesterday, or
Maybe a lifetime ago,
I watched the changing
Sky and thought
High, up there, beyond
Where I am
Is where the sense
Assembles.
I can't figure out how to follow you! It's great to find you again.
ReplyDeleteHi Donna! I don't know about following; it's a minor miracle I can put stuff up on this blog! What's yours?
ReplyDeleteIf you click on my name it will take you to my blogger page, raw poetry, but I rarely update that. My active blog is on WordPress.
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