Illumination
Clear blue above
a kind of flat periwinkle
illuminating old and new builds
like my life
in the open
dirty street blocks remind me of life passages I hate and fear
I am not one for ugliness
the city of angels offers all the highs and lows of being
a recipe of soaring starlight, peppered with dumpster contrast
if ever I thought I deserved to endure coarseness, this has answered my query
Southern Evening
The electricity of cicadas courses through this evening’s thick heat
as a thousand tiny tongues of Muslim women in unison stirring the air with magic
portending possibility
in the essence of a moment, a pause, an awareness
their voodoo lulls
in this air infused with the warm breath of summer
my mind goes to you
the smell of your skin at the center of your chest
behind your ears
the side of your nose in profile, secreting towards your eyes