Walking in the morning,after the reading,walkingthrough woodland,that gives the name our house bears,an ancient oak…
The wind sings to me now Its howl no longer scares…it serenades
A man my age drove a purple BMWalong the paved way between centuryold trees. His baseball capescalated up from his forehead…
This be AmericaBlack and brownCops aimingHands held highShots firedOr knee to the neckUntil anotherBlack man dies
