I am sitting here with my treeFeel a bit griefButThe color of these leaves…
Ceremonial RobesDraped over his shoulder,Proof of his stature,A hero…
He grinned, standing on top of the tree stump and proudly holding his sandwich trophy above him. Sweat…
In your arms we dance circular motions watching your body sync in time with the music I imagine us…
war stench lingers longfoul sesquicentenarya mere sucesh pausebigotry fears equityhis carnage, his rebels