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From the window,
North Miami dusk lay like a quiet lake
in the sky.

The tall skinny trees
bob back and forth
like dandelions

blown in a field.

The sky is
full of sweet purples
and muted blues.

The clouds are wisps of smoke
like clusters of sand
on a moon-soaked shore.
I like the rain, because

It is a symphony when it falls
Sharing sympathy with the dry of the earth
All of me is quiet and I imagine, the
Grass in my backyard as a dewy dark green
Waving as the water hits each blade

I forget about the man who is
Sitting on a couch in the next room,
In a dark room, illuminated
By a flashing tv screen

Not all mothers make potato salad
Or drink lattes with soy milk and sugar-free syrup

Some even buy their potato salad from
The store

we all want to be able to open
Ourselves for someone freely

The sound of love kissing is
The spatting
Of rainfall in the backyard,
Hitting the blades
The water penetrates the grass
And the soil is connected to the sky
There is a heart beat in the tiny roots
Like when two people attend
The last movie showing on a cold
Saturday night, and you
are one of them, and you wrap yourself
Into the other person
Now he snores, competing
With the commercials late night
Television brings to his slumber,
I come back to my room


When the rain stops
Your eyes meet forever

The kind of kisses that uncover secrets

Are the kinds of water that fall on the grass

In your backyard
Where the planes fly with comfort overhead

Clouds fit precisly in between the trees

Where you can stretch your legs to infinity

Above the ground but not too high

Where ponds lie all around

Hearing the wind blow through leaf

Where green brown and blue have never looked so good

And the insects are not a harm

Where you limbs are family with all other timbs

This is where I sit seeing the sun bounce off the wood

This is is where my mouth feels fresh air

Flowing in and out, in and out

No numbers exist here

Just the clouds

The sky

The trees the bugs the grass the water the plants

And me

Only if you could see this certainty

Like Shakespeare was sure of tragedy

And the reneissance people painted the walls
Your pain, and

Your agony

Fall off of your shoulder,

Onto your bed, willingly

Knowing the heartache

That struggles like a ship lost to the sea


The weight has been anchored for now

But the brambles, rumbles bumps and boos

Stumble through one eye to the next


Where has all the green gone too?

We disguise it ourselves as an entire society

Sabotaging each other day to day


Drowning in useless facts that make the machine more powerful

Making minorities even more minor

Making our songs seem even less provoking

And turning it all into a big joke


Bravery stops being brave

Courage stops being courageous

Fear and dispair have taken courage and

Conquered us


Now you know the stem

How much more can you chew til your body explodes?

We don’t need them

WE
NEED
YOU

Now, knowing what cracks the back

Now, knowing how the eyes read words

You can find the salad of earth

Make it

Share it

Feel it stick between your gums and teeth

Flesh and bone

Rember it, savor it. Keep it.


Hold tightly to your ideas

Sleep eat wake and walk

With them always in the palm of your hand
Her spirited soul sweeps by through the rain

I feel her in my nails crawling through vains

Her blood running in my blood

She will live forever through me

Through us

Through family

The care and courage has

Concealed itself in me

I have quivered away my entire life

Holding in the tumultuous shards of emotion

Like Williams to the barrow

With her inside me

These things I carry are to be let go

Showing you all of me

Grinding my teeth on food

With two of her teeth in my mouth

She who walks with beauty

Shall be kept

Alive
The dryness of my mouth
Feels the ***** sound of darkness
It screams
Freedom

Like the youth knowing more than
What it has been told

Each sand of darkness goes to sleep
Peacefully

But we know its
Sound

How the taste makes our stomacs full
Of disgust

Pinching our most inner thoughts
Our eyes see
drying them out

How the earth blossoms with green spinach
Is that not a sight to see?

Everyone sees industrialization, (pipes)
Machinerary
You will pull all of your hairs out
To see that is reality
Pumping our fuel and water for money

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