The state of red
Today was toxic
A red tide has come ashore,
Choking life beneath.
Footings of Love
Rev. Kate talked about
walls
and that Robert Frost poem from 1917
I thought about all the boundaries
you’ve put up,
these days,
these years,
walls I climb
to peer down
at your beautiful face.
I am an intrusion and soon
my body will be too weak to reach
the view of you in the fortress
that will not keep you safe.
As even the love that has filled me
since the day you were born
could not.
Maura Smith Stein lives in Provincetown.
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