2009-08-22 21:44:16Mo (Jo Jo) Rill
Bronx
With a lifting northwest wind
And echoes of persistent chanting
Your evening sunlight, fresh yet subtle
On the kernel of your diamond
Momentum is mounding
For the balance of dynamics
From side lines to the walls
First to last, out, on and back
Right there you see
The new familiar faces
Now heels are settled
Shoulder charging
“Down he goes!”
And evil is expelled
Scents of triumph in the air
Afar stood an enemy
I tipped the cap
In quiet complacence