John Tansey - Hupa

Under the Hupa of the blue sky,

we are all egual;


The loved, the loathed,

the hopeful, the hopeless,


the wealthy and those who long endlessly.


Those who are wronged

and those who are wrong


Those who play, frivoulsy,

under arches of white marble

And those who sway upon frayed rope over

elements of rubble


Yes, under the blowing linen of the white sky

we are all equal



Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey

John Tansey

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