A poem about Mississippi / from an evolving collection entitled Sun Lake Moon


You can’t take someone’s hand into yours

if you’re holding a gun or a sword

or a torch of fear

or a flag of hate

or if you treat freedom

love

or healing

like a locked gate.


The whole point of this ride we’re all on

is for everyone

everyone

to die free.

Die free.

So the only way forward

the only way forward

is release.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

sound: excerpt of New World Translation / Amulets (Randall Taylor)

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