low tide
low tide
remnants of shells
offered by waves
trampled underfoot
an endless season of separation
division
masked or bare-faced
cardboard signs plead for justice
while status quo savors history
barriers
built and fiercely defended
band-aids in tandem
unpierced arms wait
hope
whispers of regular days
deposit anxiety
exhaustion
fear
help me gather the gains
and tally the losses
from a tucked-away season
hand me a basket
for the crumbs
fragments
nourish our souls
starving for unity
distribute
reassemble
every
fragment
Lord
remake us
epoxy us
affix us
make us
whole
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