Sun shine

Yesterday’s poem deserves a post all its own. It was inspired by greeting designs printed by Egg Press, including one from a young woman I first met when she was a baby. To no one’s surprise, she continues to do amazing things. (Nia is also featured in a video on the press web site.)

Hear, now:/Here. Now.
(after Sonya Montenegro and Nia Musiba)

Listen. The sun is speaking
and we are dancing, hands
curved above us, swimming
in the star-washed air.


Italian white sunflower (actually a lovely creamy yellow)

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