Look to Winward

Happy 4th of July to all those who believe that we still have time to recover our democracy and our dignity.

In their eyes I see reflected

The beginning of early desire

The echo of myself festooned

With my light of American god

Elevated by the implausible flair

Bestowed by an clandestine luck

In the hours preceding the morn

Of this body on this turning Wheel

And the looks acquired for a fee

That I do not pay gladly every day

Fill the very air I pass through

But I elude their transient whispers

In my descent to the teal landscape

And I walk untouched among the breath

She's become rich through her music, through her talent. And on top of that, her music can be enjoyed for free.

It's not summer without you, Mom.

From the doors to summer

I remember