(Emily Dickinson, 314)
Hope is the crowd with pink hats,
thick boots and frozen toes
with funny signs and broken hearts
after a year of “no’s.”
It’s not too tired for marching
or vigils candle bright,
it builds a welcome table
‘gainst tyrant’s appetite.
And hope is shared with Dreamers,
and women speaking true,
it dawns across the canyonlands,
and asks a song of you.
Thanks to Nancy Donovan for capturing so many pink hats in Portsmouth.