Will

 
     The banners we tacked on the wall
are still there from the last
     celebration. What is time 
anymore? We thought that in the end, 
     we'd choose the desire for good 
over the desire for cold assertion. Oh 
     to touch a future that could break 
in no other way but blossom. What 
     will we do, I ask my daughter.  
We will go on, she says.