In Birdsboro

Where I lived for a short while. We had lost our house to a tropical storm as this is where we lived for a year or two. my parents were gun owners and used it once to kill a skunk. Roller Derby and Wrestling were the must see TV. The cars occasionally were parked in the yard.

I turned out okay.

Luna almost forgot about you.

The moon peeked in our back window late tonight

Thanks for stopping by.

I had a nightmare the other night where I was getting beaten by a police officer(s). I don’t remember the actual violence specifically.

What was the most frustrating part of the dream was the aftermath. Nobody would listen to me and hear my side of the story.

Dreams fade soon after having them. This one stayed with me for days.

I can only imagine this happening to a person of color and what they must live with.

If they do live

Por qué soy feliz
por William Stafford

Ahora ha llegado, un momento fácil. Lo dejo
rollo. Hay un lago en alguna parte
tan azul y lejos nadie lo posee.
Un viento pasa y un sauce escucha
graciosamente.

Escucho todo esto, todos los veranos. Me río
y llorar por cada vuelta del mundo,
su giro terriblemente frío e inocente.
Ese lago permanece azul y libre; va
incesantemente.

Y sé dónde está.