Summer’s Heartbreak Season

Like Angels in thin air, they take flight and hover

The amethyst beads fell from my hand, one after the other

We then like the dead, found the earthen ground to smother

Redeeming historic destruction - Wahshi’s spear

How drunk, curious, and unshakeable Hasan Bashir

Whose eighth life crouches as a Tiger with no fear

The willows whisper in a manner only befitting of God’s natural presents

Silence observed out of loving respect for such divine human presence

That somehow exists in this world, despite all it’s woes and imperfection

That sings it’s song over paper with digital ink’s correction

Finding it’s way into life’s nooks and crannies

It’s buffets and plethoric selection

It’s from الله