Eve L. Ewing said of this piece:
by Eve L. Ewing
i’m confident that the absolute dregs of possibility for this society,
the sugary coffee mound at the bottom of this cup,
our last best hope that when our little bit of assigned plasma implodes
it won’t go down as a green mark in the cosmic ledger,
lies in the moment when you say hello to a bus driver
and they say it back—
when someone holds the door open for you
and you do a little jog to meet them where they are—
Read the rest here, at Poets.org.
I think perhaps my favorite lines from this one — though it's hard to pick a favorite — is:
"and actually everyone who tried to keep me alive, keep me afloat, /and if not unblemished, suitably repaired."
Carol Varsalona, at Beyond LiteracyLink, has the Poetry Friday round-up today.
(Photo courtesy of William Larsen, Pexels.)