It’s over. Cast my dreams of sleep
To the sky above that darkens 
From the weight of water. I wait for rain 
to sing me sweet lullabies of emancipation
from this very day. I wait for a ride. 
Parking lot stays rollin about this time. 
Two sisters old as methuselah
post up against a Lincoln town car
and light Virginia slims then blow clouds
between exclamations of Yes I did girl!!!
The pockets of silence between drags
are spent surveying the sky. 

Walking towards the store
they put out lung rockets
with the weathered forefoot of house shoes
that I know
have touched some young misbehaved asses. 
They whisper to one another
He ain’t white. He Redbone girl. 
I laugh. They do to. 

Have a good night baby. 

Thank you. Yall do the same.