Parading

Smiling

Their friendship will be glorious, their time has no limit.

the texture of persimmons,

I thought I saw Robert Johnson

comes from all sides a thousand-

For my happiness, I’ll call it

I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.

The time when you knew the unknown thing.

above a flare of etchings, a lineage

Did I ever walk the morning streets at twenty,