3/30 – Shores

She’s broad as shore to shore,
hips as wide as America,
she shines, sea to shining sea,
loving a lost cause and hopeful,
falling fanatically for an abstraction,
half-baked idea that never fully form,
failing to see reality for the potential at the core.

She hopes, like the hearts that sailed into Ellis Island,
like every immigrant that harbored here nestling into the Dream,
across three-thousand miles, airing out the pockmarks pressed into her goddess skin
by pioneers and pilgrims that sacrificed her sanctity for themselves,
that perched buzzards in the stead of eagles,
and yet somehow she still shines,
still glorious in her repose, and takes it all in stride.

She is purple mountains majesty,
she is amber waves of grain,
in her transformation of tragedy,
and in how she deals with pain.

Loving a lost cause and hopeful,
she shines, sea to shining sea,
hips as wide as America,
from shore to shore with glee.

 

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