You beg the question
Mr. Zebra,
Just like the
Push-me-pull-you.
Are you pushing me
Or am I pulling you?
And you, Mr. Zebra
Beg the question:
Are your stripes
white on black
or black on white?
Are you galloping
the white light
barred by old patterns
hostage to the past
with black stripes
breaking up your light?
Or are you
working the darkness,
bringing in stripes of light
to band the darkness
into bite sized pieces?
How like
The high contrast of
poverty and victimhood
banded with wide riotess beauty
filled with orange flowers and trees
hosting the broadest range of
wildly divergent forms.
No answers.
Is the world pulling
Or is
All I know is the love I feel there.
Lizette Estelle Stiehr
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