Rest Assured (Day 583)

A subtle touch of hope 

is unmistakable  a tinge of 

roasting coffee  

a shady table  in front

of which the world 

parades  bright 

as spring fever  how joyful 

the sound of our voices

like the dancing splash 

of a jazz-age revelry 

most of us know the end 

is in sight  it may not appear

in technicolor today  but 

we’ve cast off much holier hopes

we feel in our bones the singing 

urgency of a summer fountain 

the late-night  hot wail 

rising  to slide into that 

casual debauchery 
common to anyone 

with a closet full of the dull 

browns and grays 

of our extended mourning

rest assured  the waiting 

is over

be inspired  or 

if you are of a different ilk  

seek salvation

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Pete Souza/Obama White House Archives

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