Thank you to Angie Tibbs and the other editors at Dissident Voice for publishing my poem today.

https://dissidentvoice.org/2020/10/in-the-days-of-lennon/

In The Days Of Lennon

by Linda Imbler / October 11th, 2020

All satisfaction afforded
in that final frontier.
But here,
we square our shoulders,
while somewhere
in our vicinity,
someone closes weary eyes
for the last time.

Those having passed,
their ghost faces rising,
their spots recently vacated,
as new folks
repeat their gestures,
and God,
with an allegorical flick,
waves them through.

They continue living
with practiced eyes,
and only at the end
do they diminish,
turning into mysterious shadows.

Nothing so dire
as falling through a crack
by virtue of
their extraordinary activities,
having been performed
throughout their lives,
within the framework
of such a revolutionary thing
as love.