I saw a pink river


It wound it’s way from Moscow

To Alabama

And Antarctica too.

That river was wet

With nastiness;


To sink teeth

Into the neck

Of it’s prey.

But yesterday..

I sweated pink.

I cried pink.

A new voice

Arose in me;

Sounding primal and pale pink

From disuse.

My thread of pink

Was woven together

With wrinkled and weary elders

Having given so much

And now

Urged to do it


If the god of pink

Asked what yesterday was about

I’d say: “Everyone matters.”

Trying to pray

For divisive dictators

And coming up short

I turn once again to 

The pink river

Running a brand new marathon

With no end

In sight

And my sister beside me

Shoots me a nasty glance

And I laugh

And dip my head

Into the oncoming storm;

Grinning still.


4 Responses to “Pink”

  1. Jann Tenenbaum on January 22nd, 2017

    Oh Sweetheart, you have such guts, insight, compassion and manners.
    Always good manners, right, my love.
    I love you, so good to hear what you have written on pink because you are a leader, an original, a trooper and now, The Secretary of Our State.

  2. gerry harty on January 23rd, 2017

    Bravo!!!Brilliant!!!Breathtaking!!!…Madame Secretary!

  3. Dennis Chamberlain on January 25th, 2017

    Always thought provoking and stimulating, and as you say, “everyone matters”. Or at least they should.

  4. Joan Baker on January 31st, 2017

    Your words and the way you have used them sank into my pink heart. xxxs to you, Joan

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