my resistances arise
through the day
in the way
I see
the trees leaf
the roses bud
and bloom only
to let go
their petals
to the ground
and here
as well as there
in the streets
filled with anger
is a beauty
and a love
which must be held
with all our arms
and named
with all our voices
no matter how small
or fleeting
we feel our hearts
to be
no matter the terror
slithering nearby
laugh as well
as mourn
sing as well
as scream
see more
than is allowed
see what we were
see what we are
and see what
we can become
(April 29, 2026)
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