On the Same Hill
We Pursue
The same dream,
Complying with the laws,
Purple and yellow
On the same hill.
I remember
How I got here,
Just as others do;
Some are here by the wind;
Desperate waves,
Baffling the concerned.
We avoid
making more tears;
Find the right solution,
To put everything
In order and
Embracing all.
©Byung A. Fallgren
This poem first appeared in Talking River Review
Issue 48, Spring 2020.
Now even more topical
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Yes, that’s true, which promped me to re-post the poem. Thank you, Derrick.
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Understood
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And hopefully succeed!
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Thank you, Susi.
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