An imaginary place in thin, dry air between the mountains and the dusty plains
Got my ballot gonna mail it in Or drop it off because I can Because I'm free and it's my right And duty to put up a fight When fools and bigots try to run This, my country, with their guns And lies and hate and broken laws But truth and justice is our cause.
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Hope is packing up
our privilege and masks
and bicycles and hiking boots
and driving west
to explore the future.
It is trekking higher in thin air,
trusting our hearts and lungs,
daring to imagine a bright new chapter
that begins around the next bend
in the dusty trail.
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Words hover out of reach