Friday, July 22, 2016

no no no no no no no no.....

please not again
marine le pen
donald trump
the Austrians
almost a Nationalist Government
open carry
in 45/50 states
we shoot each other in hatred and fury
blacks are stopped by the police
often enough to lose count
young black boys have to be 
taught how to present themselves
we find love for each other in the 
aftermath of violence,
why not before?

Thursday, July 21, 2016

drinking beer with the kids

we didn't use to be kids
we were grown-ups with big ideas,
we didn't even see the pudgy older people
with white hair and wrinkled skin sitting next to us.
they were out of touch, broken and ugly.
perhaps more slender and slightly less ugly,
but with wrinkles and sun spots, I sat next
to the kids and listened in,
not intentionally.
the big ideas flowed easily mixed in
with talk of girls and trips and
they're the kids now
they don't even notice me sitting there
I'm old now and I know this
the kids will never see the grown-ups
but we will see them and we will

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

The Republicans

paul ryan and his republicans
notice the few women in front,
the token females
in a backdrop of white men in their
clean suits and white shirts.
the 0.1% are so happy in their white club
the lies pour smoothly from their lips
about their concern for the non-white,
the poor, the elderly, the troubled,
as long as they don't interfere with
their tax breaks and gated communities,
private clubs and second homes.
let the poor, the brown, the black, the
white who care, rise up against them.
only then will their smug bleached smiles
fade from their faces.

some day over the rainbow

some day over the rainbow
there would be peace
talk of peace instead of that of fear and war
in Cleveland,
                right now
there's a man called Trump and all his supporters
hardly peacemakers 
the naysayers are shouted down

some day a black man will walk out his door
without fear of being pulled over,
an Afghan girl will go to school
sacred sites will stand for centuries

there's a reason rainbows are so fleeting,
to remind of us what could be,
leaving us a shadow of hope.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Nice Minneapolis San Bernardino Dallas Baton Rouge Miami Paris how many more

how many tears
should be shed
how many for each body lying dead
on the roadway
in the bar, inside a car,
outside a convenience store
how many bullets in this country
scream across space to find a warm body
soon to be cold
how many bullet holes in vests,
truck windows,
the glint of open carry weapons
blinds our children,
destroys our humanity. 

Sunday, July 17, 2016

floating pie

floating pie with butter pats
missing wings 
she reaches for the sky in her
new flip flops but her toes are too far below,
she is too short to grab the pie
still unbaked,
the oven broiling the kitchen
in summer heat, she's sweating
and reaching and hoping for
sweetness and butter and berries.

Friday, July 15, 2016

getting serious

no kidding around anymore
no scribbled notes on lined paper
this is serious business
this is an exercise book for flute,
not just any book, but books 1-6.
i never did books 1-5.
much to learn
always much to learn about why
I hear the clatter of forks and knives
across the street as our neighbor we cared for
over her years of misery spends time with
our friends, yes, we who cared
for her during her darkest years
are not welcome.
thank goodness for the purity of flute,
the pure sound of song, 
for this, I am grateful.