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Hope is a gift

of the farsighted

who dwell up high

and delight at a

safe distance;

who don’t hesitate

to fence in foundations

lined in red settings

for better fate.

Up close and blurry

everything is worry.

Living in a panic shack

under constant attack

in such a hurry

never forgetting

always too late.

No chance for moss

to catch the light.

Only flights of fright

and stacks of hate

available for subletting.

Painting by Seth Clark

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