The roar of the train as it passes through what can only be classified
as mountains carried by Gods. They are beautiful
like huge bleeding rocks covered with thick layers of everest trees
that suddenly drop into clear sparkling river beds
as water runs over white and gray stones
I saw you
In a lilac grove of streets
Catacomb of buses
Comings and goings
Heres and theres
I thought about you as I paid my fare
Fairly certain of the where I was
And had been
Since you happened
I bare more of
Myself than I care to bear
I saw you
Sitting with kings
In my dreams
Spitting gold, telling them all there is to know
I saw your shadow
Old and gray
Bask in the presence of a thousand laughs
Surrounded by family
I saw you
Seeing me
That shit was deep
Deeper than anything I can conceive
Of accurately without explicative
Nervous, you know
I curse the day I discovered language was not enough
I knew
How to say whatever I wanted in poetry
Then I saw you
The Intro
Hi.
Your name is Chocolate
the sweet underside of your Father’s thighs
the resonant color trapped in his eyes
your his laugh
cradled in a blue blanket
his words etched on the finest parts of your DNA
Lullabies sung from ancient Sanskrit he sang to you
while you were in the womb
but more importantly
you are everything he’s not
I apologize for the worry lines
that will plague your eyes
From the cries he will not hear
The hugs he’ll miss
Your name is Strong, spirit
that will not be broken
like the canvas on your Father’s stomach
or the pride across his wide back.
Septa bus driver pulls to a stop
flings open the doors
dead serious face
yelling,
“Ey, what do you think y’all doin?
You can’t get on
this is the charter bus to the zoo.”
Confusion
&
hilarity ensues.
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