To Thrive


we share air, not words

with neighbours on city streets,

I wonder what if

distance would slip into sleet,

wash iced eyes so we see, us,


the circus

of would-bes and was

held within

hushed chorus

spilling into each other

in needed trust, begin,



what’s in this name;

sharing, forging, vying,

individual lives combined



those who do not strive

to direct the coming wave

must hope others swim,


in water, salt stings,

I believe we can shift tides

but question; will we?

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
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One Comment

  1. willowdot21 says:

    I am afraid I very much doubt it ūü§≠

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