street view
same feeling always
april the second
nausea
sadness
tragedy
just kids
my age
1982
death
nonsense death
premature death
perpetuating
in time
of times
nauseating
my country

In this new April
walking out of the season
with the strengthen spirit
with all our angels
with our cold nose,
and the messy head
I pause for
things that past
things to come,
great things all.
But in silence and respect
for those that are gone
I gather in this
open space
to celebrate them all.

Sixth

Rothko, opaque light

Shines on my Sleepy eyes

Here's my poem tonight