a bird of prey dines on squirrel while the victim’s friends play in the shade
often forgotten some of us patiently wait until we’re needed
if we keep it closed it is no longer a gate it is now a fence
it seems we’ve forgot in our rush to opine that silence is golden
we see the warning but do we understand it? is thin dangerous?
those who came before will sometimes leave small markers to show us the trail
sometimes it’s enough but usually it means you’re coming up short
too many expect their experiences to be universal
monuments are built to glorify ideas these two are both banks
there are ideas that bring people together then become just words
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