Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

lightning trails a whip across the sky
before striking dry earth
orange flames dance
an upward spear propelled by animal voices

sun slips fearfully away
slant-eyed along the horizon
south wind rides the clouds in herds
running from a hunter’s moon
who with eyes of ruby coal
and breath of smoke can’t find his prey

— Marie Asner

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