Finches

Lord, take me back

to a time

when we didn’t

need posters and factory prints

to tell us how to 

live a good life;

 

to a time

when colors and varying hues

wrestled with our conscience

like a frazzled finches

caught in a dirty chimney

and made us

think–

they made us

ask.

 

are we anything 

besides a catchy slogan

or a scheme for bigger

business?

 

I have a soul.

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