Stable Gardener

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If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

I’m not sure >where< I’d go, were I to win two free plane tickets, but I’d damn sure go.

What God has gifted, humans cannot steal or tear down, try as they do….

This is your offering
The best of things!
Yes — I expect it of you

Walking in motherlands
This never ends
Neighborhoods both old and new

Eyes up and chin up
One foot, then next
Always that strength of sinew

Breathiest lungs
Dancing neurons
Child, this, your legacy, too

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

No Gown

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Are we okay with being alone
With no other soul to hold the ladder
To stand by us, tasting, in the test-kitchen that is life

Allowing, for once, after all the illusion
Reality
When we release our grasp and find no one but ourselves

Need we ask why
What mythical stealth robbed us here
Who climbed into this tower, cat-like, to gleefully take

What will we make of it
This secondhand plan that has nothing to do with the tales we were told
A finer legacy, perhaps

Nana

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If there be a legacy
Decidedly mine will be
Silver not white, though all it’s worth
Afro-bold, in spirit, for, I’ll keep good company

Down with brushing shifting shoulders at all times, Day or Night
Upswept, if it serves a proper purpose

Shouts The Story everyday

If thinning it becomes in my end days
May it be that others gathered to pass on the baton
Queens that came before me, know this: You did your job

Legacy

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All the truths 
We wish would leave
The lack of regard 
Despite all the reasons 
We gave them to care

Let us walk forth
Shall we walk forth
And let legacy
And abandonment
Have its way with us