Day 10: Poem-a-Day

Prompt: Write a future poem

The first time our hands touched
your pulse read my palms and
prophesied to me concerning things to come

We would laugh on Ponce
Kneel on Hibernia
Ride down DeKalb
Cry on Clairmont
Curse on Moreland
Drink on Juniper
Hoot and holler on Piedmont

We would…

We would…

We have.

We do.

We will. 

We will create the future right now, hand in hand.

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