by Karla Linn Merrifield
Tomorrow I will early receive
an email spelling out
Suicidal is not among them.
But hopeless is not an option,
even though censored be.
I will print his missive,
study in detail his coda.
I will trace how the pot
has lodged his layered modifiers
in sandstone canyons.
Kokopelli the Unlikely will emerge.
Our revolutionary anthem begins
with a solo for magic wooden flute.
Ancient spirits shall overcome
another evil season.
With a line from Michael G. Smith
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