Hemingway's Heirs - Poem by Peter Krisciunas
To Hemingway's heirs,
Plane crash survivors coming to
With clenched fists and held hands.
All breath suspended,
As they just pretended
They'd pull through.
And as the fog lifted, the bright and
The gifted, rose along with it
For once and all.
Now seasons seemed different
They changed every instant we knew,
To trust mother nature
To guide our behaviour
And why's the sky blue?
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