Big Triku ‘Helping at a Show’

Alone, I walked the

empty halls – stopped by a view

of the cold grey sea.

~

And I found friends inside, and

people flowed in in swelling tides with

voices as warm as summer.

~

I might know what such

days can be, if I let them

rise to memory.

Big Triku ‘Brexit’

Is courage reckless?

Is pragmatism courage?

Is turning wisdom?

~

What did we sing we would not

be? Did we not want to build anew?

Self-respect? Or equity?

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Do we fear money?

Maybe our friends do too. We

should learn together.