Wall Street

What sustains you, friend?

And, as one eternally tethered to the We that is you, too
I care not of the answer

Unless it entreats you
Go the distance, scale the heights!

For lengths you gain at our expense
Whether dirt road or Wall Street

Are, in fact, as ten steps back

Photo Credit: Tiger R.; age 12

At The Bell

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

No Othering

We must sit alone through This
No one has our back

Not forsaking sunlight then
Nor the sturdiness of these vintage legs

Doors behind us closed, by intent
Facing East, where will our colors lead us

What mystery does the morning hold
What certainty does twilight promise

Still Giants

If suffocation and the longest darkness remain
Be unbound, dear sister.

If shame and the fear of whispers pervade
Be as a giant, precious brother

Stay my best friend, I will stay yours, this only we will know
Feel air returning, own your height, live in peace and grow