he left intestate
moving from the interstate
towards golden gate.
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soaring songs
a bird’s wisdom
does not hang from trees.
soars to the heavens.
me from before
i breathe in gandhi
quickly exhaling stalin.
intertwined his’tries
bright spot
darkness spreads
its stain seeping like ink
into bright places.
knock kneed
the small stood taller
in their boots of bravery.
while knees were knocking.
pounding pavement
from the hotter sun
radiates the warmth of love.
as my pistons pound.