Friday, September 29, 2017

another year

What becomes of that song that meant
something about another city a few years ago
the first time living with devils and
on the twelve story building?

c-hustle got me
out of that tower and onto
the energy of women-spirits
nurturing-me in the northern lands

I lived the crossroads
with a craigslist-roll-of-the-dice and
an amber-family came together
called a-place-a-home

in imagined and non-imagined kisses
blue lights revealed what I was
night weaving me into an always-remember

a point-transition
with ripples-to-waves

another year