Endlessly undulating
Suffocating tunnel, promised
Land yet to arrive

Perched on wing tips, fragile
Prayer hovering on lips, cracked
Shaky smiles, flag flying

Hunger is never assuaged
Alone by spoken words light
Action has to be taken

Sunscreen smeared, seated
On porch steps, mood shifting
Hope to despair, despair to hope

Waiting for warming light
In these long wintry days, nights

*painting is by Picasso


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