If you carefully listen to the fine print at the end of most every human breath, you’ll discover a song of life. A thumping, pumping, bump and grind of Why Can’t We All Just Get Along. It’s a chorus with many voices—some rage louder than sprouts in bomb gardens. Others are more sublime, like kindness making a 2 am booty call to your inner being. Still others choose to deny our song’s existence. They say it’s a ghost, white as sheets they wear to Klan rallies. Yet all that hate won’t make our song go away. That beat don’t need a pill to keep it rock hard and steady. Can’tcha feel it move you? Love is the axis upon which spins the record of our boldly playing hearts.
Poets and artists published in Spectrum Online Edition: September Song are invited to read in the patio of Rosebud Coffee on 2302 E. Colorado Blvd. in Pasadena or at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, September 17th between 3 and 5 pm PDT.
Sunday, September 11, 2022
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Rich Ferguson
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