(Here’s a timely new poem by my friend Nancy Hanks)

I’m starting to enjoy Gayle King’s drab commentary about how she feels about every CBS news story

I laugh out loud at the Progressive commercials about un-becoming your parents

I don’t care about the latest gun shooting in my neighborhood

I look up words like soucient and bereft

What’s happening to me?

My friends and I write poems to each other.

We are still living and touching and feeling.

We are not saying goodbye to John Lewis.

We are not building icons.

We are not praising the past.

My friends and I write poems to each other

And continue the fight for voting rights.

That’s our tribute to our friend John Lewis.