one

”the people yes”
march chant sing resist
brown black pink
we are born to migrate 
the future glows with color

two

Jack lives 
under a bridge
wanders
up and down streets
shouting to the sky

never knows who
stalks his hideout leaving gifts
and stark graffiti 

three

old women gone
ghosts like crows surround
the moon
my mind roils and rants with
questions I never asked