in this (re)vision I had
where I was flying:
Februarys, for Black History,
Marches for Women's, and so
April's poets start as fools!?
Unless, you'd guess, they'd remember,
through all the early spring sagacious traffic,
and enamored by the sunlight's streaming rays:
Every sky has its story, every horizon its history and final say.
Welcome, Omar! Glad to see you found your way here - :) Perhaps we'll meet in person some time at a Poetry and Poetics event, ha! Enjoying reading your poetry. - Lauren
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be a fool! Glad you're joining us, Omar!
ReplyDeleteHoly fools! also I must have been influenced by your poem title when I wrote mine for today. The cross-contamination begins!
ReplyDelete:D thanks all!
ReplyDeletenice to meet your poetry, omar!
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