lost as a whisper
in Times Square
nameless as an
unformed star
recital invitations
returned to sender
in search of 
something better
doubling down with
Sissa ben Dahir

passing by
the miraculous
every day
like an uncashed
winning lottery ticket
expires before finding
a redemption center

singular opportunity
to rise above
slips away
statue rises from
bronze shadows
patina glows
from the backlight

resilience of Lincoln
reverberates across time
was it belief in destiny
or providence itself
steering bullets
away from skin
tearing Washington’s coat 
yet preserving flesh

what makes one life 
more significant 
than another
not even knowing the 
origins of this
tree in a park
where it came from
or how it got there
until words discovered
give life to meaning
elucidate the 
purpose of 
being there
when light fails and
sky colors turn soft
into aged skin
our rhymes extend life
beyond sunset

like a well-lit building
casting light far
across the street
into a darkening park

where ghosts of presidents
still linger in the shadows
President's Day
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President's Day

lost as a whisper in Times Square

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