Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
And rising
Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
Red reminds me of yellow
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
And oranges
Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball
Something about 6 thirty
A.M.
Coffee calling
Birds beckoning
You
Something about 10 minutes
Absent-mindedly
Clutching comfort
Begin burning
Me
Song at the ready
Matchstick in hand
In harmony
Afire for it
We
These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly
The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth
My spirit bird, a Phoenix
Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination
To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament
The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her
1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood
Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes
Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown
Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free
Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus

Afire, awaiting
Take a step back and come back
To chaos promised
He’s maniacal
Satan’s tool, manna from God
He’s maniacal
A warm rain afire
and a single note wafting
be my mountain high.
It seems I’m afire
Not the type frequently feared
Rather eternal
Construction clatter
Bulldozing, then building up
Disciples list’ning