An ode to old things made new, and where we go to find them. I hope you can feel the remains of snow crunching beneath your inadequate footwear as you read this poem.
Hey, I'd love to hear what you think of the podcast, whether it's a specific poem or the format, or whatever's on your mind! Leave a review or a comment in your podcast app, or catch me on Twitter @Lefthandrob.
After listening to the podcast (or while listening), visit one of these sites and donate for the cause, because All Black Lives Matter and my fellow white (and cis) people we need to get in the game:
Donate to the Souther Poverty Law Center
Donate to the Equal Justice Initiative
The poems will continue to flow, but so must the Justice.
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