the eye of the sun

April 19, 2009 § Leave a comment

the eye of the sun

i kick trash with the sole of my sandal

standing in the howl of a coming african night

struggling to be invisible

the boys around me gather their arms to fight

they will not go gentle

but that good light comes all the same

because even strong bones grow weary

i sit and watch the sun set

from a black boy’s eye

i crumple up this poem

and throw it far away

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