Well we made it through the snowstorm feelin‘ lucky to be alive / So I stopped in for a coffee, Charly pissed on the great divide / We went through Arizona found a place to stay / Laid down but feelin‘ hopeful ready for another day (Joe Purdy)

And I hope all this useless killing will stop / I hope that the hatred will slow / I hope there’s a calm come over the hand / Of the one’s who have anger to show / And I hope that the families displaced by war / Find a country so brave and so bold […]

The instruments do not sleep in their dark cribs / They keep cool, meditate / They have speech with strangers (Omer Klein, poem by C.D. Wright)