Indivisible

For years I’ve passed a sculpture When I walk at break of day. It’s very unobtrusive, Likely meant to be that way. It’s just one word carved out of wood And tethered to a sign Reminding people not to park Or they’ll incur a fine. The word is “indivisible” And in the USA, It’s front and center in the pledge That schoolkids learn to say. We’re meant to think our country Is united and, with pride, We pledge allegiance to the nation Where we all reside. But lately, we’re divided Like an apple cut in two, Each half belonging to a crowd That’s cloaked in red or blue. This week I found the sculpture gone And I was not surprised; Perhaps the artist figured out His hope’s been compromised.