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“Poems are a declaration of hope in language” – Maya Chung

voices echo, beckon, come; even

tree frogs sing, cicadae’s fiddle, coyotes howl. If

we but sit quietly, listen attentively, though we

believe it’s just noise, that it’s nothing that we can’t

resist, knowing the mind-numbing, soul crushing pull

of insidious arguments, slip the shackles, shrug negativity off

accept possibility, prepare ourselves for something

Magnificent

listen with new ears, as tree frogs, cicadas, coyotes show us we

may tolerate, accept, embrace the different. Then we can

learn to speak a new tongue, at

every juncture do more than the least.

a symphony of voices on evening breezes echo, try.

For this Golden shovel poem, I use the words of Maya Chung, Associate Editor, The Atlantic, as she wrote about the power of poetic language on the passing of writer Paul Auster. Chung wrote, “Even if we can’t pull off something magnificent, we can at least try.”

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