3 Poems or 5 Minutes, Whichever Comes First
Listening to the old men,

Their grizzled tones and empty saber rattling, times past and times to come.

Listening to the young men,

Their cadence fast as race horses- s l o w, let us savor it and remember it is our first time.

Listening to the old women,

With memories of gold and pain, and their black patten dancing in the rain.

Listening to the young women,

Discovering their anger and their passion, and their distaste for how the world sees them.

Listening to the old gender neutral poet,

Listen to their words of discovery and ages of pain and the secrets of yesteryear. 

Listening to the young gender neutral poet,

Lamenting that nothing is changing, and the cages of distrust and hate have them feeling down.

Listening to the Hispanic, the Asian, the African American, the Jewish, the Poor, the Broken, the One Who is Always in Love,

They distill life and all its beauty,

Into 3 poems or 5 minutes, whichever comes first.