Zip Codes for the Inner CircleA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
golden waters tight lipped statues clench fists when names
are drawn color finds its way into
the parchment envelopes sealed, let us rejoice the
stamps but not the perpetrators the final mailbox might be on the wrong side
of town but opens the same as
others and the flag can be
raised or lowered to half-staff if the voices lick the
glue of faith in humanity, there are no losers we are all nominated for
best actor gender is only an
address god gave us to find our way home to
self-awareness and we find self equally even when the waters aren't golden. erin-cilberto 3/5/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilberto |
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11 Reviews Added on March 5, 2018 Last Updated on March 5, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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