Bittersweet
I love the taste
of pears -- especially
red pears
sweet some times crisp
or some times soft juicy
inside as my teeth sink in
while the sounds of the
chewing calms down story
after story headline after
headline -- it was a group
at work, a Black boy walking,
people at a concert, a group
at a nightclub, peaceful
protesters, a Black driver
they're gone too soon
all I'm left holding is the
core of a red pear its flavor
turned from sweet to bitter
to nothing
this person shot that person shot
on their way to work or home
to savor the sweetness of the
pears in the future perhaps i
should never watch the news
again -- maybe there's a scientific
study somewhere that talks
about the positive effects
oblivion has on one's fruit
i understand why some spiritual
folk don't believe in watching
the news -- it has an ingredient
that takes the sweetness
away -- but even if the news
ain't on it still get around on
social media or people just
talking, "hey, did you hear
about the guy that...." the voice
fades into the distance caught
in a cirrus cloud or hid behind a
very tall mountain where there are
no echoes only silence and
occasional animal and nature
sounds -- perhaps, this voice
might come back one day
some day with a smile and
join our voices with smiles
also as we share all day every
day good news?!
to awaken
per chance
to dream
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