Friday, January 15, 2021

In Honor Of Martin Luther King Jr.

 

upon a thought, afforded a miracle, where none are more thankful. too few pianos or ghetto kids running through barricades. lawn chairs rose bushes surrounded by shrubberies. weeping skies to feel culture so alarmed by systematics. each are charged with pigmentation; each are made unnecessary or absolute; and many are peeking looking for eschatology.

            by conversation upon a sugar apple kneeling lower, laughing harder, such basecoat for miseries. it seems different for each person. where one sees resistance, another sees human proclivities. perspective is put into perspective, existence becomes adjustments, where we ask, “Exactly, other than equal opportunities, what are we searching out?” those roaring hours those salmonberry tonics if but to understand what winning looks like. (a far way home, melancholy by proximity, to fathom what she sacrificed.)

            we play pottery games or ceramic pains so alert it becomes too much consciousness. to compose a sonnet to adore a friend or to sit in silence sanctioned by surrendering. upon wildweeds or sable eyes or crossed over a portico screaming. too much imagery too much life, while I remember, as a sign, we also need dignity, more persistence, even fuller participation. it brings much to mind, looking at activities, where most are redeeming sugarberries. a trope for innocence, in anti-innocence, while innocence becomes a requirement — such grapes or poison just to know it was possible — at clear demand, riding a stallion as it pauses for a mare.

            some are segregationists, with clear argumentation, others are integrationists, where America seems concerned. many classes many pearls such emotion to irrigate dissatisfaction. we unfasten screws we reglue posters as we negotiate with bolts. if to see through if to touch that button if to provoke one palm. as taking solace in perfection, realizing perfection is struggling, as to feel King Jr., to unstress gates, to unchain Liberty.             

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