“Insurgence” by Pam Gibbs

I search for friends
like panning for gold.
Sherry lays down wisdom
in purple words, while
Katerina’s lyrics echo,
Melva pricks my heart, and
Bianca’s rat tail glitters
in the last haze of dawn.

More familiars abound, of course,
but I make new acquaintances,
wonder about a man named Hap,
speculate if Bronson will reminisce
round a campfire or bingo hall,
or sit at a bar perhaps,
lift a glass, say he was here,
when poets rising changed us all.

-Pam Gibbs

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