One black man's essence plastered in
pure white
like the pillars of prominence that
preceded him
One black man's tireless gaze towards
the east
where the sun shares a new promise per
day—
illuminating the Tidal Basin's tepid
pool—part
mystique part memory and part morgue
for fallen
and forgotten cherry blossoms drowned
deep
like dreams deferred—waiting and
wishing upon
the wisdom of the stars that see
through the frost
a germinal generation ready to spring
forth....
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