it's happening (at least partly) over at what tami said. today's carnival post got me, so i thought i'd share it here. it's by christina springer:
rambles on rage
1.
i hope
the rage turns
into a cherry blossom, so
I can brew
wine from sunset ripened fruit
2.
obama, with great delicacy and care
i put my white liberal friends in the dark
drawer of hurt where i won' t see them
again for 15 years. maybe when you have
more than 152 pieces of passed legislation
to her 20, or mice nibble the experience
of your fluffy words
into a victory confetti.
i'll feel safe. see desperate
lives bouncing "Yes, we can!"
3.
little girl inside
screams
"fair! just
want every
simple thing
fair!" just
hear.
4.
why do faces that I love
hate my salvation?
doves of broken handlers
crack aspiration.
sugar smart smile, divine be
gentle and calm all of me.
rage and rage and rage
'til loved ones can not see
how oozing hapless happy
froth consumes identity.
5.
the equation for soul height +
vision size divided by spin control
seems weighted, specialized.
give me your equation for my destiny?
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