Fear is dangerous
Pulling us into dark rage
And compassion lost
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Fear is dangerous
Pulling us into dark rage
And compassion lost
Sunlight’s going strong
Though the day is closing out
Still time to go bikev
High clouds greet the morn
Birds call, seemingly calmer
More subdued, perhaps
Sound absorbed by clouds
Gray skies soothe me, though
Relieved of garish sunlight
Reflecting on change
How economics push us
Some times, push us down
“I don’t do email.”
How does one function this way?
Resisting progress?
Today I’m remembering
Dreamy winters night’s
Near the coast of Oregon
A steady rain falling
Drinking coffee with friends
Jazz plays from a small radio
Voices of friends faded
Some returned to dust
This time so many ago
Many rains have washed away
The memory dusty not gone
Betwix books & sunbeams
Motes of dust glide like stars
Drifting amongst dreams
And the dreamers who dream
Overflowing with sunlight
A cup: empty and full
Two sides of the same
Moment
Walking past a smoker
So very easy to judge
Addiction’s impacts
Yet who am I
To critique anyone’s
Frailties?
Reading Langston Hughes
And about his vocational drifting
I have a thing for the wanderer
My own career meanders
Weaving back and forth
Across green fertile fields
Vibrancy within each step
I’m spending Black History Month exploring black ports and their great works. Langston Hughes came to mind first. I’m also thinking of Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison. Do you have ideas? I’d love to hear about up-and-coming poets.