The space that once showcased the LGBT mural of love
now boarded over. Not a clean, clear canvas. A board. Sad. Very.
And below the opposite -- a close-to full moon illuminating
San Francisco.
Grateful for memory. Hopeful the mural will be re-created.
Grateful for each turn of the moon. Grateful for last night's
Thanksgiving dinner with friends.
Hopeful for the next poem to appear.
Constellations, 9/10
ReplyDeleteMountains, big skies, dry lands beckon
off into another weather where lineage resides
A tall tale told by uncles, Kodak pictures, a medallion
Old pals hit the alleyways, hoping for jubilation
Constellations, 9/10
ReplyDeleteRelief it seems so simple
to console, to puzzle, to undermine
yet behind the glasses, a wayward glare
the sure hand of the mentor, sitting by her side
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