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Dave Bonta
The ancestors give us
a foot, a good hand,
a great fault, all.
I am born
to all things.
Velvet land, given to make money:
the hole bad usage made of it,
the well, the firkin.
I take half
for a bridge to elsewhere,
water to comb my head
in the kitchen.
what we make you inherit
we say ourselves inheritors
of all we are mostly unseen
all we can change or can't
and will or won't
our debris insights skyscrapers
word or insect bites
cocky unsure in inequality wars states
wanting to pass down green
sun-blessed greeneries or symphonies
or vulgar croons
We work read news sometimes
protest make gardens birdbaths poems -
try. Meditate to tap real
subtler realms our
inner light.
I was the only child of Frances Harris of Virginia
And Thomas Greene of Kentucky,
Of valiant and honorable blood both.
To them I owe all that I became,
Judge, member of Congress, leader in the State.
From my mother I inherited
Vivacity, fancy, language;
From my father will, judgment, logic.
All honor to them
For what service I was to the people!