Month: August 2024

I ran past and paused,

the crimson rise of the sun

gave honor to the Buffalo Soldier.

A moment of memory,

a moment of time,

a moment of the universe

casting crimson sign.

They are not forgotten,

they are still heard.

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I gather my thoughts

As I hang the phone

Back to go quiet again

I think of our conversation

And become somber

Because now I worry

Why , because I hear the pain

Pain that should have never

Been your pain

Pain that should have never

Been my pain .

But it was and it still is

And we did not know

Until it was to late

To ask , why?

CMM 2024

Dedicated to my sister and me

I have sat next to all the beginnings,

I have heard the rushing of the wisdom 

coming from the sea.

The wind calls out the encore 

against the rocks 

and it is me…

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