Welcome to my wee effort once again to win support for immigrants, refugees, and poetry.
Facing a world of hurt and harm
in cold November’s comeuppance
what’s a poor old poet to do?
30 POEMS IN 30 DAYS?!
Every single day
I look for a few fitting words
that could make a difference
that could be funny or furious
that could be called a poem.
And you?
You chasten me with your support
for our local Center for New Americans
by pledging whatever you can spare
in exchange for whatever I can scare
(up) up and away we all go
to end this year’s poem-a-thon
with something so much bigger
and better and kinder than yet another
monstrous wall. xxjj
