Step one, get weird with it. This belongs to you all, after all.
Step two, present yourselves ￼all ways, every day, at the same time.
Step five, step five?! Yes, step five — there’s nothing linear or logical of this.
Step five, show the canvas of man what these years of kinship mean.
Step six, dip your brush in cool, cool water, then choose the color violet. Or orchid, because you are bold, or you want to be.
Step three, make a space in advance, or in the moment, or not at all. The whole Earth was prepared for you.
Step four, never end before you’ve finished, or for forever, whichever comes first. Last.
Step seven, relay your love for The All of them. Take responsibility and fight again tomorrow with the sunrise.
More light, less reason
Pressing on retinal cells￼
Explosion of love ￼
Swim away back
Into the deep, deep color of you
Wear your aura again
Let loose the back muscles that constrain you
Go deeper to come higher
Think cinematographically all along
Your spirit animal and apex instinct
Cameras rolling, claim it
All such beautiful
Such swirling and billowing
Energy in you
A sweet little joint
Right now, not
A bit too quiet for me
But it’s the eve of Sunday eve
The neighbors and I are done in the yards
Rolling up the sidewalks
Thinking about what to cook for Sunday supper
Here tonight, it’ll be your favorite
Anything I’d prepare, you said
So shall it be
Lots of color, but only a dash of laughter
We’ve run low since you’ve gone
This sweet little joint of a home
Why did you burn it down?
A sunny day
On this, the fore-edge of Spring
It looks like something good happens here
In this, the place they renamed, “Something Gardens”
Although I see really only billboards and bungalows and bulldozed-over housing projects
And strangely, no gardens
But there is the color and promise upon everyone’s skin
The special sauce in people’s blood
So I become sure
I plan to see the Something Good that happens here -those “Something Gardens” that mean to grow
So I stay and I work
I sow, that someone else may reap
And I see that I, too, grow
Reach. Oh, please reach!
It’s your strength, your needfulness
That tells us, “Reach, too.”
I disobeyed rules
Expected of the absence
I focused on some sequel
Not yet written, and may never be
Now, I backtrack,
Tiptoe away, and can earnestly say
I’m sorry for lavender lies,
For black diamond beginnings