black like miles
and for miles
my flamenco sketches
paint poetry with
precision, and with
every decision i
pause—like the
stench of oppression
of forty thousand
years, the tears
of ancestry etched
deep from within,
the analogous heart
beat to survival
and strength, the
moments of life
when i’m kind
of blue—black
like miles and
for miles my
flamenco sketches paint
historical inner visions.
-e.