Firework Dreams

The streets are wild With firework dreams Of red and gold Bursting into flames Bold like defiance In a dry season Amidst chaotic sound Booming from above As if from heaven Throbbing beat heavy Like a metronome Shaking the ground As the skies explode Drawing in the night Transforming it to day A beautiful sight … Continue reading Firework Dreams

Street Kings

I used to stroll the streets with a jaunty flair, slide stepping past storefronts and barber shops, hands in pockets, denim lined with a smoother texture. Feet encased in ratty sneakers, scuffed and worn thin. Passing public buses full of people going to and from school, work and the street corners. Yes, the street corner … Continue reading Street Kings