On that green
Day came greetings
From far away
I’ll have all
Colors of wine
Which is now
Our own joke
You do see
When two people
Have their own
Silliness that’s repeated
It’s like a
Hatchling flapping wings
Before it’s first
Leap into sky
It’s the hallmark
Of something miraculous
About to happen
A newness of
Being one thing
About to become
Something very else
Burying skeletons is
Easy but exhuming
Them and facing
The ghosts from
Your past is
Hard face them
Unleash them and
Tell them you’ve
Wronged ask them
for forgiveness this
Is but one
Gateway to Heaven
Poems live like
Life they blink
And inhale exhale
And sigh sometimes
Roaring while at
Others weeping they
Are my children
Gaining friends on
Their own triumphs
And heartbreak theirs
One day they
Will all breathe
On their own
And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
And those the
Craziest shown are
The craziest least
Come now do
You not know
Know know this
Game that which
You think is
Really is not
That which you
Think truly is
Nothing truly is
Until those that
Are willing to
Forgo their is’ism
Which is an
Abomination for who
Are they but
Themselves amongst a
World of nobodies
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 