when staring at us
standing all together?
Do you note our differences --
how some are dark
and others light;
some clean, and others dirty;
some straight,
and others curved
as if to accommodate
a different way of being?
Or can you see how much alike
we are; how strong,
when bound together
by the thin blue rope of love?
1 comment:
I like the image you selected to complement your poem. It's interesting to think of "bound strength" and "strength bound".
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