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
Ode to a Friend
– In memory of Kyle Dubin
First Movement
Run to this ryhythm,
Everything is free form,
Everything is water, light, and air,
We never really touch the ground,
Don’t let the rest of it bring you down.
Dawn
some things forged, meant to fade
morning light washes the slate
Hayden Winston 
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