Slaves of Hope Live Only For Tomorrow Poem by CAConrad

photo of United States from
outer space in trash
green fire held to
everything as
everyone
whirls into abs-
tr-
action
a moment with the
crystal and the weight of the house is released
we hold fast
we hold one another
we hold to the vigor of the street
pain of picked flower our frame
reckless but never monochrome
everything the speed and
tension of eloping
saunter past
barricades
waking not
sleeping to
dream