3-day Weekend by sean s

There was nothing on my front porch but quiet
and my hand hanging from my wrist for a few decades more,

and here I am trying to spoil all that.

Whown by sean s

After JKD's Who...

After a conversation, who

now

were I as green as a twister's

now

who

sighting

down the roar unfearing northlike

a cat's eye under basement steps

now, a little farther

a little farther

the boreal under my roots

under the steps of my Brooklyn

were I under my own steps

my o'n