This poem was written for Juneteenth 2020
We cross paths
Seeking untrodden solutions
dodging the disasters
permeating our communities
We shake hands
As is polite to do
Except during covid 19
Eyes attesting unspoken anxieties
Conversation stagnates
No news is still bad news
While the protest lingers
Still the innocent march
For the bodies that cannot
Breathe or walk or sleep
Bodies that still watch birds
Or demonstrate peacefully
With rubber bullets exploding
On limbs with no warning
Sudden flight seems desirable
But destinies are still pending
While the vultures circle
Preying on the defenseless
We cross paths
Knowing there is nothing left
But to keep the pace
And recharge the spirit
Along the way.
Camille Elaine Thomas, June 16, 2020
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