7/23/20 A) Anti-Ghazal

there is nothing in that wilderness where i wandered.

too many years wearing different personas and wondering.

the back of a summer wind under a blazing sky,

all of we people surrounded by dense heat.

across the nation the strong pitter-patter of black feet:

on the winds, the phrase: ‘Black Lives DO matter.’

i cannot climb up any mountain. the man i dig,

has been silent for over two days what seems like years.

there’s a break in the fabric of reality. 

there’a storm approaching that we haven’t seen yet.