America the Phoenix
down, flattened-out cold,
right cross to the chin,
body punched senseless…
nothing left…
still, occasional tears
drip,
a finger shivers,
some hope spills onto bleak boarded-up outlaw schoolhouses
brokebrick sidewalks…
and then another swollen red eye blinks, reblinks,
some mashed recycled Nikes flex nearby,
a neighboring solitary unclenched hand reaches, rereaches,
grunts
and grasps another brother’s arm…
and then somebody gets a hammer,
then there are thousands,
red and blue states pound and paint,
and then a building,
rebuilding,
songs, voices on the fly,
dreams, dreamed once again
a new city
recities, yet tougher,
absolutely soulful...
some modest angelic eagle with an athletic attitude-
America, the Phoenix,
carry on…
Delray Beach
Spring/Summer, 2010