poetry
K.B. Whitley and Jim Wilson
1
We been
together
So long
I feel like
We are 1
But when
1 of us
is gone
there is
no us
And if
You are
Gone
There is
No 1.
by K.B. Whitley
Survival of the Flittest
Drawn to the aroma of sweet nectar
Beckoning from the bell
Of a blood red, trumpet vine blossom,
Two ruby throated, emerald green, Apache helicopters,
Planning inevitable preculinary combat—
Hover warily at their predestined petal portal.
Dozens of wall flower,
Virgin, bell blossoms
Wink coyly nearby.
Alternative Perspective
Desire—anger—aggression—
Violence—fear—retreat—then—
Might makes right.
With all challengers subdued or bluffed
The victor’s lust for self-indulgence
Is smugly satisfied.
Ask
Geronimo
Cochise
Manges Colorado
Seattle
Tecumseh and
Sitting Bull—
Natural traits of the animal kingdom.
Don’t deny them. Don’t apply them.
With a whir and a flit and a love you,
Rise above them. Admire the grace
Of the single hummingbird spectacle.
Fighting border terrorism
Unsuccessfully
Since 1492.
Find another of God’s creatures
To exemplify proper social interaction.
by Jim Wilson
by Jim Wilson
Cenizo
Second Quarter 2017
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