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It’s what we do
there is no point in denying
some under a geographic flag
some beneath religious signs.

We stand linking arms on specific sides
of political and picket lines.
Even our tongues speak
in tones and clicks
yoked in culture and history.

It’s our destiny to gather —
to know the heat of the sun
to dream in the glow of the moon.
We see the magic of a rainbow
arcing colors between the ground we stand
and the clouds where our heads are found.

Written for PoetsUnited – Midweek Motif