XII

  
Rolling plains,

Mind wide open,

Spring sky settled like an endless gray ocean.

The Poll Waltz


“Freedom isn’t free,” they say,

We know,

Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,

With the tears of our foremothers,

The blood of our brothers.

Don’t tell us how to be,

Don’t tell us what to believe,

Don’t speak,

Just listen.

Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.

Think, don’t just follow suit.

Photo: Alexis Micu
Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)

City Asleep

 
City asleep

Falls, triumphs melting into dreams

Luna sheds her everlasting light

Bathing us in glory, bathing us in the night