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RE: Gehenna [Day 22]

in #poetry7 years ago

I marched in Southern California last weekend over potholed paths while holding up the sky with the intermingled memories of thousands, including my family by my side and my best friend who traveled to D.C. from Toronto.

And serendipitously, I came across your lines tonight while listening via NPR https://www.npr.org/event/music/597709855/patti-smith-on-mountain-stage?utm_source=twitter.com&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=nprmusic&utm_term=music&utm_content=20180329 to People Have the Power performed live by Patti Smith and her kids live at Fred Sonic Smith's induction into the W. VA Music Hall of Fame. My hat at the march was emblazoned with those lyrics. Dude, you're making me cry with your beautiful words captioning our experience. Thank you.

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The potholes in this poem are only metaphors, I should mention, the district does a better job of keeping up its roads than most any other city I've lived in stateside.

life is designed with unfinished lines

Is a favorite beginning to any Patti Smith song - what an iconic hero.