If given the chance to relive the past, I know what I would have done. What I would have written.
a poem, a protest
my own Coney Island of the mind
only short —
because there isn’t room on the wall
except for this idea
love each other
or this one
stop the hate
two sides the same.
That’s what I’d write.
Maybe not that short, but you know. Not so rambling as this.