pi & anne

fear wants to
hold my hand
back
from writing
against hate

the times
of violence are
back
in our yard,
Mr. Chaplin

language—
but
the heart
should listen
too

the small
acts
pile up
there is a right
and consequences

ant trails—
I want to
assure you
there is a world
beyond

wavy reflections:
no one can be right
who doesn’t accept
they may be wrong
at times

the philosophers
ask why why why
while they still can
so we may look up humbly
to the stars

should I really
erase each letter
before
they burn
them