Trump Can’t Wither George Floyd’s Memory

June. This wind of hell
Blown across the continent
Out of the Southwest,
Out of a buffoon’s slack mouth,
Can’t wither forget-me-nots.

This wind cannot touch
These flowers, their blue petals,
Among leaves of grass—
Instead they shear it into
Cold and welcome winds of change.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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1 Response to Trump Can’t Wither George Floyd’s Memory

  1. Roy Johnstone says:

    bring on the cold winds of change, heading south to freeze the buffoon’s ass off

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