Light to the Prism

I tend to the green
I look for the prisms
To escape the prison inside

Grey-brown and desolate
Static-creating status symbols
Causing interferences

I’m a leprechaun lass
With treasure to spare
To share, is my true “why”

I daily trek to tend
Intentionally
To the green

Brother Blend

Coffee, simple coffee

I do not ask for more

Not a finer blend than my nemesis
Nor a larger cup than my neighbor

I can cultivate the fruit on my own
If the sun is not stolen away

I can create a rich roast to crush
If my body is not relegated

Conversations we could have
My brother

Would I pour for you
Would you pour for me

Would we meet for coffee each day

Kālakā

Well those days I swore at you were something
The one person who acknowledged my sorrow

A world-full, I had, and could no longer contain
Here atop my shoulders

So you came and took it upon yours
Shared the burden, my ride or die
Put me back in gear and on the road

If you stumble now and then
Send up a flare, a signal to me

I’ll see the smoke and I’ll know
To link arms with you, friend
To help make life okay again

May it be, my brother
May it be

Homeward

Why we need the woman-girl
Sharing the storyline

She will save you from yourself
Lest you think too long and hard

Let her show you the world’s flora
Should your day be canvassed grey

Dare to let her lead you
In some season of your time

Teach her of the wonder-workings
To the world you navigate

Wonder then, aloud, fine sir
“Her grace, how might I hold?”

Apices

He’s afraid of coming close
She looks too much like him
The same sharp teeth
The same keen nose
The same deliberate swim

She wears scars so visibly
His brother’s constant barbs
They catch his eye
They call his cape
They yet keep him afar