From the Flight of Birds

For Amanda Gorman

Photo by Hush Naidoo on Unsplash

young people speak tongues
of sweetness and fire
truth scraping dry ground
streams begin to flow higher

this foreign sound
trumpets blaring doom away
as mystics and prophets say

she signals, Wait!
we can revive and restore humanity
overcome and transmute hate

hopelight fills the lungscape,
and like winter birds,
iridescent words escape

through the imagery of poetry
we see
a different outcome —
who it is we can be

thank yous to tomorrow’s
truthspoken rainbow gifts
in brightbrazen capacity
for this occasion

Fire is the path to create our fate.
Love is the gate.
Love is the gate.

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