in awe of experience
and bravery, of power
and independence, of
promise - both kept and
made with intent-
of the beauty contained
within and the people with
the ability to see it.
This is a postcard poem
about how damn much
I enjoyed your bits of
past, captured for the
world to see, and
recall in collective
memory, like I had been
there, had known the people,
had really lived.
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