I fill the population
a lost voice croaking...

-
Just as day lingers on that final hour...

I carry this sadness with me,
I carry it in my heart...

I've watched the wound grow on your heart,
depression- an angry black spot you can't rub off...

Breaking of her wings-
taking off her color...

I hang plump peaches on scorched branches
with mending juice for your dry blistered hand...

...

The day that we act equal towards our brothers and...
will indeed be a celebration for the realization...

I lay upon you
we sing against twilight...

He shot me down
like I was a kite runner...

Tuesday morning
I drove home from the interstate...

I did not hurt myself today.
This will be one day of many where I will move...