Friday, 21 June 2013

June Poem A Day: Day 3

There is a river inside my city
the quick pulse that keeps us
pushing forward.
There is current that they warn us about
but I think that its frigid energy is
cleansing.
This does not make it safe,
a discretionary body
to be used sparingly for relief
but this antidote usually acts as poison
dividing geography so rigidly-
lambasting a physical barrier
between success and disparagement.
This river should be healing
with its bridges and channels
an outreach,
but we are conditioned for separation.

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