every election:
because they are so diverse
urbanites vote blue
all it really takes
is a short conversation
with someone different
The Blues. For Blue.
truth
Baker Love
walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope
Concert-goer, 2020 Style
a small taste of truth
in every word of their songs
(i can watch from here)
End of…
fog dawn this morning
it won’t even really rain
just tears. and fires.
What Is Left?
hours of phone calls
texts pleading in languages
i don’t even speak
setting up my room
with a yardstick and some hope
ready for today
social media
comments on our lack of space
(century-old school)
2020 wins.
after this, i just give up.
no one came to school.
to walk empty halls
without the student voices
cold. slow. loveless. death.
Those Eyes
wrong in every way
and a crusty cookie bite
just saved by ice cream
Democracy in Action
on this dreary day
plagued by plagues, wildfires
votes matter so much
Red Sky at Morning, Climate Gives Warning
it’s not fall here yet
because climate change gifts drought
(endless heat and sun)
yet, the trees persist.
they tell us what we don’t know
with perfect colors.
Warm Yet Cool
October roses
shouldn’t still be bursting blooms
alas, climate change
Heartbreak #109 for Year 2020
arriving today:
my kids who text me daily
my kids, yes, my kids
did she read my words?
did she see what i just wrote?
alas, i’m tired
i want to see them
just as he does, biking there
in the midst of lunch
seeing their faces,
having a conversation
without this damn screen
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