Wind is the restless dancer through
these trees of the midnight garden.
Beneath blossoms of pink and pearl —
watch a wolfsbane full-moon howl.
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“For no amount of our screaming at the people in charge to change things can change them… the powers bent on waging war against the poor and the young and the “other” will only be moved to kinship when they observe it.”