Nana

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

Kinetic

We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!

So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that

Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”

Forbidden

I decorated myself with you
Reached, but in no way grasped

Sprinkled you about me
Without the care whether or where

You landed
Beautifully, making a mess

Twice, I was asked incredulously
Is this safe

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Miner’s Pick-ax

We wonder about whether to pursue the gold, giv’n to many of us as our birthright.
What of the cost, where ought we place it for safekeeping?
Sometimes wisdom begs, shouldn’t we be satisfied with silver?
Eureka! I thought this morning so loud you surely heard me.
Is the gold we claim our own? Increasingly we learn…it’s all somebody else’s alloy. An alchemist had been before us. Pouring trickery, then pulling heartstrings.
I, myself, thank the illusionist for that sweetest Summer. Warm, golden, nothing but refreshing theory. I laugh now and see the moving, invisible hand.
Take we back our minds and hearts. Go forth to the drivers seat, the miner’s pick-ax in hand. Seek silver!

Steel Drum

Tell me again how the sun is ahead
How the radical winds cannot halt it
Show me how I might squint my eyes
So the mountains seem nearer to me
Describe every detail, every edge
The hammered silver crown atop our heads
As the sound of steel drums shines on

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A Single Piece of Silver

With a curious morose
They look at you 
As if seeing a long-faded flower
They take pains to not stare
Lest you see pity in their eyes

With a melancholy kindness
They are polite
As if you are fragile
They gently do not linger
Lest their affection break your brittle bones 

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Laugh with me
Help me grow old
Ease me with tales of your gold
Tell me the story of each piece of silver 
Their meaning each treasure to you

Laugh with me 
Help me embrace 
The glitter life’s splayed ‘cross my face
Tell me you’ll seek me, need me, keep me
As we walk in our soul’s shoes