2009-08-22 21:44:16Mo (Jo Jo) Rill

Bronx

 

 

Bronx, behind my eyes

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

 

 

Bronx, late night

Scents of triumph in the air

Afar stood an enemy

I tipped the cap

In quiet complacence