I was fifteen in a small Alabama town when I first heard your name John Lewis then Edmund Pettus Bridge.
Their clubs cracked your bones. Their tear gas clogged your lungs. Their iron pipe almost ended your life. But you stood up. You walked on for fifty years plus more modeling resilience. When you died the earth slowed the sun dimmed the air thinned. The world would never be the same. Full smile baritone voice departed. Yet we are not alone. You left us with your words Walk with the wind, brothers and sisters, and let the spirit of peace and the power of everlasting love be your guide.
©2022 Chella Courington
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…raised in the Appalachian South and now living in Southern California with another writer and two feline boys, is a writer/teacher whose poetry and fiction appear in numerous anthologies and journals including DMQ Review, The Los Angeles Review, and New World Writing. Her recent collections of poetry are Good Trouble, Origami Poems Project, and Hell Hath, Maverick Duck Press. Lynette’s War, a micro-chapbook, will be issued by Ghost City Press this month.