First, months

of flash, thud, shudder,

then the wailing...

                            Months,

that's half a young cat's life

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children 
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them

In the Carribean
at the end of day
sun drops suddenly
like a fire ball
behind forested hills

Your mother made me

write this

just in case, she said,

which kinda freaked me out,

so I said to her,

Da Man is fine, babe.

I feel it, first as a stir,
turning deep in the murky water.
Surfaces up for air, a twitch
on the lake in my head.
A flip, and it disappears.

Forest could keep secrets
Forest could keep secrets

I am the clash and collide of the stars
because I create worlds.

I am the awareness of the trees
because I hear the wind.

It was the summer

when Now and Laters

cost a nickel

and The Fantastic Four,

a buck.

When I met

Harriet Tubman

The game is on

at the park.

The stars are out.

It’s close to dark.

Hoop Kings

SOARing

in the SKY

so high

so fly

like they Got Wings

Miss Flotsam was my reception teacher.
She had travelled the world.
Brown hair turned golden
under distant suns,
clothes carrying colours