henniebear@kua

Sitting at the television,

Watching the inauguration,

A young woman goes on stage,

She says she has a vision.
 

Right then and there, the shadows fade,

All that’s left is a shining place,

I believed that beneath the tree, 

the branches' shield protected me.

Blocking out the words, the shouts, the pleas,

of others that were being teased.

Amongst the insects, bugs and all,

I put a message in a bottle,

And sent it out to sea.

It was full of memories

That would soon be lost to me.

A picture, a letter,

A rusty old key,

To unlock the past,

So someone else could see.