Bearers of power live from the surface skin deep the only measure of dominance. Too many die in the shadow of their sun spared wrappings Of hate by …Skin
Holding on to summer.
Dressed dogs, lightly deviled eggs, and grilled nectarine.
To have and to hold “will not last long”
too messy, too young they said
yet 42 promise years later,
we stand each whole
and yet one.
Lost often in transitions of life and being
Found tired and tried
But always true to the journey
One breathe at a time of I Love You’s.
Bearers of power live from the surface
the only measure of dominance.
Too many die in the shadow
of their sun spared wrappings
Of hate by exclusion
Of what matters in black.
Exhaled breath to the end Emptied pulsing heart confused by hate and race not white under the weight of grace-less men this Black life matters "Mama" please rest in peace
Rain heavy leaves
surviving the fall
spine fractured and severed high,
alive only in memory of a collective grace.
With dreams of new life budding
in leaf soaked earth,
roots nurture all of life
birthing a new haven.
A story lives in the shape of things
words in the walls
left unspoken or unheard.
A memory in the feel of the air
blowing through time
trapped in a trinket or touch.
A heart holds tight with a tear or a smile
in the wisps and wonder
of lover speak.
New Mexico 8/2014
Restless for the air outside
in the light of un-stained glass.
I count my breath to calm my spirit with
doors closing and hushed children.
to dreams and freedom
away from pretense and prose,
September 2017/ cell phone photography