Ancestors have come

just walking from the hallway  of his apartment deep north side organic fruit trees lean into  the street in a co-op garden alone  gathering red living roma tomatoes & Speaking  through a vortex silent.. away from human eyes his ears jammin bumping peace rhythms on the fly effervescent  dance in the portal to drums cyphers walking through jazzy like…

Pieces of Fruit

Sweet nectar fills the mouth of a  handsome man as he rests on a worn wooden green paint chipped bench reluctantly waiting just back from washing his hands mind fixed on a clock  to call his number 1:33  the time is just after 12 noon mystically his eyes close as he graciously bites into a Bartlett  pear capturing the velvety textures completely…