On the swivel

The revolution of tears has begun

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I keep my head—
On the swivel
especially when
drops of reign
from a "king"causes dread.

To my right, a shop owner
whose child played too close
to home—became
fodder for a beautiful plot
beneath the willow.

To my left, a family
with a Spanish name
that rolls like honey from the tongue—
they disappeared
into an ether laced with red tears.
and blue bruises
their moans are white noise.

In my yard,
a sea of landscapers shift like ghosts,
their faces—once a warm caramel 
breaks into ebony—
beneath the roar of blowers and mulch.

The song of chaos has begun.
The tearing asunder is here.
The harbinger comes: metal and protest.
It starts with hatred
dressed as law-
but will it subside?
Or—like my people tell me:

“Keep your head on a swivel—
the next tide is coming.”

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I think you pretty much get where I was going with this. I did not want to write it, but I felt it bubble in my spirit and it had to be shared. We are all scared of something: sometimes it is someone who looks nothing like us. Sometimes…

It’s the person in the mirror.

Stay strong. Stay vigilant. Stay with peace.💖