1910

HOPE

Generations come to blows
Over hope; the old call it
Impermissible, kids lighting
Firecrackers in their shoes.

Now we excavate the quatrains,
Check for radiation and dream
Residue, hop on a ferry
Across the Baltic, flirting

With the sea birds in their funny
Black and green wingtips.
Very strange, the light here --
The clouds share my family name.