Sunday, February 3, 2019

The Struggle. by Wayne F. Burke



if I had a beard
I could stroke it;
one like Ho Chi Minh
had,
wispy gray;
I could wrap strands
about my finger
and contemplate how to
continue the struggle,
fighting not
to win
(out of the question)
but to keep on
for as long as I can--
keep trying
until
conditions change,
or not--
keep trying,
anyway.









Wayne F. Burke has published 5 full-length collections of poetry. His most recent publication, IN DREAMS WE CHASE THE LION, is available through Alien Buddha Press.

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