Darkness
The sun rose in the sky again this morning. Sometimes I wonder why it wants to rise And look at all the wrongs it has to see. Perhaps it doesn’t want to, and can’t help it, The way white people don’t want—I suppose— To be unkind, and yet can’t seem to help it. No, nothing […]
Dispensable
Whoever has resigned Himself to fate, will find Fate without hesitation, Accepts his resignation. –Saturday Evening Post, 1947?
Even a Hen
With eagle intrepidity, she eyes The pole that slants from gatepost to the ground, Stretches a wing in arrogant surmise, And then, defiantly, as if she frowned At danger, ventures up the pole with most Precarious balancings with claw and feather Till she attains the summit of the post, A vaster altitude, a loftier weather. […]