No Longer Saints | Poet’s corner

  • Thursday, September 26, 2019 12:51pm
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No Longer Saints

Hawk feathers to wet

to take flight in this fight.

It was a washout in the rain.

Seattle couldn’t cross over

the bridge to get away from

troubled waters.

Don’t know how they can

still be called Saints.

Not after the beating they

gave us.

– Gerald A. McBreen, Pacific poet laureate

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