Race against itself

It is never about state, it is always about country.
There is a white war, there is a black war,
red, yellow, so on…Races fighting against each other and then,
a given race fighting against itself. The blankets have arrived.

Go forth under the open sky? There is none here.
I prefer the peek at the heavens through the leaves, I suppose….
What is nature teaching me today?

I see the rain and really just the things that surround me,
my dog I suppose, it is not always a rain forest,
we buy our produce in a building, it is already separated

from nature. Verse is free now. We don’t have to rhyme,
we don’t have to say anything really, or even mean it.
Just as long as the line breaks somewhere, maybe

throw in a metaphor here or there. Make it sound nice.
Or be from a certain race perhaps. Feel like every syllable
bears eternal significance.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

We are all of the human race. Only culture, color, and faith make us diverse. Each of us walk beneath that same sky seeing the same heavens beneath leaves. The wonderous sight may touch us in different ways but we all share the same awe of an immaculate universe before us. I like that place you describe in your words and I see it the same as you. With the same heart and hope. Thank you for sharing your wonderful art in words with us. And continued success in your writing journey.