Poem by R.M. Dolin, 2013
Sympatico
It doesn’t matter North or South
the world winds in wicked ways.
More hidden in
shadows and metaphors
up North but just as evil . . .
just as tolerated.
Sympatico has escaped,
but only for just now.
Like darkness at the edge of light,
always there are whispers
chasing us at every turn.
Peace is a long-term luxury
for those hiding in
plain sight that no
amount of running
or struggle can afford.
That leaves right now,
and when combined with
a willingness to welcome
kindness it makes
pieces of happiness possible.
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