We the people, people.
We of lupine and snowball,
Of black fly and sea,
We of courthouse and island,
Of law and of love,
We of granite and green,
Of privilege and loan
We who believe in service and soul.
In the name of all things Blitzer and Donald,
In the name of everything foxed and fixed,
In the spaces between the Atlantic and Post
In the frenzied cycle of sound bite and sign
On behalf of the cries of Gloria and Guthrie,
On the way to breaking ceilings and streets
Whoever said we can’t be we?
Let each have its due – and
What about you?
Wherever you are,
We are too.
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