The line in the sand was drawn
Neither gave an inch From dusk to dawn Without a flinch.
Hour after hour
Day after day Decreasing brainpower Closer to doomsday.
Some watched in awe
Some shook their heads Everyone’s greatest flaw Unraveling connected threads.
Truth revealed Living in the debris Of the political minefield.
A new normal took hold
People moved on Left statues in the cold Of ideals foregone.
The stalwarts of hate
Left in the dust Face their own fate Their faces nonplussed.
Together we are one
Inch by inch, hand by hand Past wounds healed and undone A new life to be planned.
Although it was a simple thing to be doing, something strange was happening. Paulo Coelho, The Valkyries
James pulled the crumbled paper from his shorts and smoothed
it out. She gave it to him three months earlier. It took him that long to work
up the confidence to venture down the back alleys of town. He stood in front of
He kept walking.
This 50-word story was inspired by and written for
Unfortunately, WP won’t let me post videos anymore – probably because I a free user 😦 Enjoy the link though to Funky Nassau by Blues Brothers 2000
Mother Nature weeps
long forgotten agreements silent, deaf partner