The Heady Holler

A new jam in the can,
A pocket filled
With rumbles
Of salvation,

Fresh medicine,
The moment
Still stuck
In our throats,

The hallelujah throb
Of warmth
And hope,
The heady holler

Of rolling highs
And hillside
Soliloquies
Billowing brightly,

The yes of achievement
As the world breaths its no’s.

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