Trudge your canoe over the quartzite.
Set out along the water.
As the wind skitters the birch,
the bass skirting your bow
as it drives through the blue,
raise your face to the towering sky
and hear the broadleaf forest sing
of paid sick leave.
Roll to shore.
In the mystery of night
the moon over the glass black lake
imparts an effective vaccine campaign
that targets marginalized communities.
The black-capped chickadee
heralds the morning with a cry
for safe working conditions.
The knotted bodies of shagbark hickory
whisper for a reduction in essential businesses.
The black bear believes in HVAC ventilation for our schools.
All answers under the sky are revealed here.
Why else would the government ban camping.
The osprey dissents, wolves riot,
the beaver’s thwacking morse code
reveals the solutions to long-term care.
Put your ear to the luxuriant crop of moss
at the base of the pine and know:
the work of the poor is valued
above their lives. They will die
in hallways behind windows
looking out at the street.
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