Three poems

         Intersecting tangents
         Crossing.
         Binary stars,
         Galaxy clusters,
         The mingling and pooling
         Of you and me,
         Celestially.

         I walk in measured steps.
         My path is planned.
         I carry shame for wars I did not fight,
         In places I have never been.
         Spring has never meant so much,
         Or beauty, Life itself..
         Night has never been so blessed,
         Or morning so surprising!

         I am the last rose of summer,
         Full blown and tempting
         Frost.
         I love old black men,
         Who laugh out loud and smile
         Anyway,
         After seeing it all.
         Walking around with broken hearts.

October 1, 2010

Poetry

Three poems