Che

a motorbike

soars through the sky

a beret turns green, red, black

reflections

that glance off

the rising moon

the waning sun

a guitar becomes a

kalashnikov; a kaloshnikov becomes
a guitar

a t-shirt, a flag fluttering its redness

above green fields

& corralled horses; against
coral-coloured sunsets

for a short while

(just for when

you pass by, overhead)

borders open up

mountain ranges flatten

the sea divides, revealing pathways

back in buenos aries

you commune

with eva’s ghost; the generals

have nightmares

as they watch …  

a tango of silhouettes

an accordion
speaks from a twisted mouth
words go
this way and that - amused, emphatic;
nimble fingers
blue green blue & dripping red
streak their paints
across the expanse
of wispy blue

now and again

pathways cross

yours and

victor jarra, thami nyele, youcef sebti, nadia vera, el sadaawi, brother hugh

now and then the patterns cross
you and i

you and ordinary folk, in their numbers

in free and battle nodes, in zones of light and dark

talking late into the night

we meet, along

pathways and veinlike-patterns of the heart    

Nov 2017