TreePupWriter

Sometimes at night
as I lie in bed with
my head overflowing with
feelings and happenings and songs that
have made their way to replaying over and over in
my brain,
I turn my attention right side out and back to the real world

She sits beneath the tree, fingers gently
strumming a guitar, trying to let her emotions
out from where they're tied up in her heart,
trying to make sense of them
through music. She

They say this is where the elves live, you whispered in my ear.

thank you
because now, maybe, we're a step closer to
living in a world
where everyone is accepted
and no one doubts whether they should be
where justice is everywhere
and discrimination isn't a thing

Liberty and justice for all.
Okay, so those words
fit perfectly on our tongues,
memorized, recited while
gazing at the flag of the country that
was supposed to be
the land of the free.

At home, doing fine
new normal, nothing special when
a flash of memory finds me.

Spanish class, every day, without fail
we had our jobs.
Our class starter, closing the door at
12:33, always 12:33, every day, without fail