Survival Poem by Kay Bressner

Survival



We struggle some, so much as
to be a species endangered

In atmospheric changes; adaptable
though I seem, I long to remain

In peaceful sameness, while perhaps true
tranquility lies in the net of fluctuation.

Monday, January 28, 2008
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