Decades To Have Gone Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The impossible.
Kept denied.
And refusing to accept,
Its possibility.
Has been in occurrence,
To have long bored...
Those aware of it for decades.
That has left them,
The only ones protesting...
Others debating between themselves,
Whether or not...
Computers are useful tools to use,
In urban schools.
Or should the renaming of the blackboards,
Be changed as to not offend,
Those being bused in from suburban schools.
Whose parents are mostly,
Empathetic liberals.

"Those thoughts to have,
Can not still be in existence?
That's impossible."

-Why do you think,
People flock to some places...
To see the color of leaves change on trees.
During the Fall season.
And return during the Spring,
To witness those trees bud leaves again.
Vivid emerald.
While enchanted by the blooming array,
Of an assortment of flowers? -

"You got me.
However...
That's not unique or that rare.
I have been to places in which,
Changes like that...
Are acceptable and go hardly noticed."

-Me too.
But what if I told you,
There are still some places...
Where these natural occurrences take place.
That are still difficult to take.
And traumatize the people,
Living there.
Doing their best to not accept them.-

"Now...
To me,
That's impossible."

-You wouldn't think that way,
If you lived in such places...
Year 'round.
To observe which changes are made,
Quicker to accept.
Without protesting the lack of them,
Every decade.
Done to attempt to catch up,
With those decades...
To have long gone.-

"This must be a religious thing.
Is it? "

-Could be.
But observing it seems,
More an adherence to a maintaining...
Of stereotypes.
And the acceptance of them kept imitated.-

"Hey.
Comfort is as what comfort does."