Napowrimo 10/30: Hope Redux

Hope Redux

Light shakes its starry head,
turns to the angel’s eye.
Many live in the motion
that has just been born.
The singular in ourselves refutes
death, invents all we know of
one another.

This is a found poem created from the poem “Hope” by Lisel Mueller which I heard recently on The Writers Almanac.

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