A litany for community

For the coalitions that have yet to be structured
The organizing waiting to happen
In street corners of rebuilt homes
Tracks that haven’t laid their trail
Tears that have yet to fall
Backrooms in the dreams of children yet to be born
A dream waiting to be restored
A vision yet to be formed
A place that we haven’t traveled down
A journey, on which we haven’t seen
Downtown, the epicenter of life
Passing down the sips
at each coffee shop
for every strife
Registration forms that have yet to be filled
Bills that, we will soon have to pay
For the troubles of hard work
The necessary staring contestants that fear brings
A different color
Another mother, her lover
Different skins
Different times
Empty bottles and bloody syringes
The houses, full to the brim
For the groups we participate in
Securing our place now
For the faces of tomorrow