(Here’s a new one by my friend and accomplished poet Caroline Donnola)

The blue-green waves—
Majestic, turbulent,
Almost frightening,
And yet
Of no concern
To the young boys who
Ride them with such grace.
Old friends gather
Over lobster dinners
Looking slightly ridiculous
In our plastic bibs
As we exchange
War stories
About organizing in Mississippi and beyond—
The barn that was our office
Next door to a juke joint,
The room that five of us shared,
And the fight for democracy
Inclusion
And voting rights
That lives on to this day.
All amidst the backdrop
Of the day’s news:
Viva Puerto Rico Libre!