HOUR TWO – Mary Pecaut
TURNED OVER
Just us. Above it all –
stratus streaks white the sky
From our vantage on the ledge
a collective gaze to the poor
pavement below
reveals the many flights and floors
holding us at the edge. Right
here at this precipice where precedent
defrocks the rule of law
those robed by presidential flaw
surely know when justice fails it falls.
I love your word choices and the way your lines end, leaving us with more than just the line,. A fine poem on a sad day.
That last line! What an impact that has!