StacyAnn Duhaney Poems

Come morning I battle with flight or fright
The start of righting wrongs,
The splatter among these trees
And fields that have been driven passed up
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Swing your hips to the sound of music,
No, not age or disgrace can stall you!
For your youth is not in days,
But in the swing and sway of your movement.
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The Seventh Day church built on the bend
I curse at the perfection
Alongside these potholes dug deep
A cemetery for hope
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