The
joy in hearing your stories
O
Cynical Optimist
(Your
serene green eyes
Your
face radiating confidence)
Like
that woman who looked
Ten
years into the future
And
knew with whom
She
needed to be standing now
Despite
all the risks and dangers
The
allure of playing it safe
She
knew the first person plural
Was
the way to go
To
adapt Mother Jones
Ever
so slightly
“Don’t
kvetch—
Organize”
And
walk forward
With
our fears
To
discover our strength
Together
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