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By: Ann Dineen

The Poem

when this all started
I knew things were unequal
it’s true, you knew too
we knew all along
something was wrong
just about on an even keel
rudderless now on stormy seas
contracts given to contacts
heard its mates rates
track, but no accountable trace
no tendering
tenderly over the phone
the nurse explains a
loved one isn’t coming home
when this is all over
and we talk over the
dreams we have all been having
let us speak of bigger dreams
now that we are awake
we have come such a long way
apart: imagine what we
could do together?

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