Dad, I’ve safe in my chest those bright years of spring flowers.
I’m listening to Wayne, Burnaboy, Yeezy, Kendrick and Rozay,
and writing this piece in-between. I carry every memory of you
everywhere I go. I am a piece of you that is whole. b.
I see you in everything I see.
I see you in each of my prayers and dreams.
And somewhere I read that when one prays for
long, silence becomes a prayer too.
I see you in my silence.
I bear your thin legs. Two radiant poles.