Endurant
this is not farewell, but goodbye
to the patchwork lap that held me, lulled
dropped me at our founding lie.
i will miss the tale that seduced me
and the angry voices that turned my bed from down to nails.
hastily i bless the freedoms unraveling, the roots i pull before rot sets in,
the raggedy hole left behind.
how i miss the afterthought of this place!
my heart is still pillsbury tender, even as i watch america burn
in the middle of this dark night,
feeling the simple tug of hope pale as distant starlight;
an instinct, nonsensical, to shine.