Written on July 4, 2019 We are a diaspora of ourselves,America. Dreams drowning, in stagnation.Trust bursting in thin air, by the dawn’s early light.Aspirations gallantly waving, in shock. We are the unmindful, to our creed:To hold these truths self-evident.Red-white-and-blue flares everywhere.While rainbows somewhere coexist. We are the immigrants of our time.We are the immigrants along […]
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Softly she counted me.I was the least of her worryAnd the height of her joy. Her unexpected one.Her quiet one.Her stolen one.Her simple one. I was the one whose eyesMeant the meaning of nut brown and purityAnd never cried.I was the one whose lipsTouched her breastsWith tender essence of peace.I was the one whose hairHeld
Life’s forever blowing bubbles,Pretty bubbles up our face.They fly so high, nearly reach the sky,Then like the night they fall into place. Life is bubbling out all over,Through the hills and through the dales, all over.Covid bubbles everywhere.Fear of Covid, scorn of Covid, death from Covid everywhere. We each are forming, each our little bubbles,And
I’ve held everything a gentle man could pray for.The beautiful of beautiful children.The words I’ve won and lost. And then came you.You are the sunrise of my coffee.You are the thoughts of my twilight time.You are the tears of joy that run down my nose. You are the Reward for what good I have done,and
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