a line break is a kind of lie my friend says
yet still he writes
an encore over and over the lyric
a border wall topped by concertina wire
improbably survives
as does the sound of honeybees
and monarchy
as did the man on the Golden Gate who leapt
after he fed the parking meter
Copyright © 2022 by Cintia Santana. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 14, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.