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If my poem is color
then I will wave
every freaking color
as a badge

If I declare
amnesty for every poem
and vow
that no harm will befall
any poem

then I swear
they will remain here
on my verdant fields unharmed

So Sisters
Brothers
bring your lost
your wounded poems
to me at last

They will be well tended
They will not be misplaced.
For Luiz Canha Machado ( of course!)
ancient tenets
turned to dust
gently blown away
by whispered gusts
of love’s rebirth

the rose bush
has lost its thorns
with growth anew
the blossoms form
a new earth

©2016janetaylor
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