Found Poem No. 8: Fate

It’s the second day of the Trump presidency. I’m working on several posts about the Seattle Women’s March.

For today, I think this blackout poem can serve as a call to the resistance. Can we change our fate? I sure hope so.

Fate lingers from a distance
to manage the human condition.

Text source: The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben

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