Eclipse
the hate out of our
collective hearts,
Moon.
We are waiting, shimmering
in the crescent shadows
of hope.
We are in a profound
totality
where sadness and fear are
living shadows
in the spirits of the people
so invisible there is no map
to shield them.
Grant the ones fainting
on the margins of
your town, your
nation,
the promise of being seen
before the roiling darkness
unmeasures
the light behind their
biding eyes.
J. Pratt-Walter, 8/2017
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