Those Floating Children Poem by Shane Markie

Those Floating Children

'And on the spindrift
of the wide, rough sea

I always see a floating child
calling to me! ' ~Jose Marti~ {CUBA}

Those floating children
drift forward, crossing borders
as the tides roll in, then out

Skies moonlight waxing, then waning;
this clarion call - mere freedom remaining

Saturday, February 8, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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