Mido - the Green poet

the playlist
concludes
as I ring out my hair

summer time
her hair
smells like roses

purple hair color
in a shampoo bottle
grounded . . .

back on the picnic blanket
a butterfly
on her nose

a red lady bug
painted on our bench
grandma's favorite things

I stick my hand
in the bag
     just to feel the bottom

WHOOSH!
the wind blew my hat away
and my anxiety

orange flame
my glasses reflect
a warm flicker

flickering flames
above your head
i hear your tongues

he lays in the moonshine
and wonders
wanting for a miracle

my reflection
in the window
washed with rain

warm sun
glistening through the window,
but stuck inside

music playing 
my mind wanders 
to the beat

peanut butter and jelly
sitting in the stroller
wonder

rusty barn door
I dance
in the straw

her breath
the rolling waves
across her stillness

only the sound
of hangers moving
full closet

white line
euphoria
I record my thoughts

in the mud puddle
two sets of footprints
one of them human

two different colors
mismatched socks—
you and I

sleeping in
whiskers
tickle my face

string of spaghetti
slathered in tomato
slurrrrrrp!

open book
weighing down
this heavy bed

textbooks in
a basket
probably not opened

sitting on the ledge
the kitten poses
a gargoyle in training

sitting at home
the dog yawns . . .
it’s time for a walk

duke.
please clean up your mess
sincerely, a dog mom.

chalk
all over the walk
family together again

in the kitchen
from morning to night
family celebration

my dad farted
we laughed
whoopee cushion

party room
music so loud
I can’t hear myself speak

soft yellow light
dripping through their window
she reaches for the coffee

sitting across from you
i sit and smile
through the camera

I dream and
you come visit
we go flying again

a white golf ball
is hit
lost in the sky

boarding the plane
she looks back
one-way ticket

my fingers
twirl a piece of grass.
the wind gives it a try

ant hill
a hole
different world

Kuro - the Black poet

sunset
another day gone
I exhale

we look out the window
no one there
with any hope

sun shining bright
I look out of the window
but can’t go outside

COVID-19
death waiting 
outside your door

you taste so sweet
my throat closes?
poison apple

high tide
the child’s empire
washed away

no light
in her eyes
he walks away

his soul gone
only my reflection
in his glassy eyes

crying
her crystal blue eyes
stare back at me

don’t love anyone
love yourself
you’ll never let you down

a slight breeze
brushes my shoulder
a ghost?

invisible man
holds a cardboard sign
“down in luck . . .”

no way of escaping
our parents' generation
stuck in a box

in silence
alone
with my computer

and with a whish
the lights turned out
and all were gone

pulled to abyss
no moon
search for light

he waits for me
to bark . . .
one last time

I stand above you
as you finally rest
. . . funeral

stones in her pocket
her dreams
don’t float away

at dawn
she walks alone
led home by the sun

no stars in the sky
she awakens
from a nightmare

she closes her eyes
rattling her chest
an inhale

just tell me
the truth
I’ll probably cry.

alone—
all the company
I need

we lock eyes
nobody
moves

the world
revolves around
. . . not you

his hand
slips from mine
it just wasn’t working

I begin to write about a flower
its youth its color its life
it’s crushed.

pulling down the shade
to block
the sunlight

I felt heavy
and just wanted to
get out of bed

inside . . .
and out . . .
we are all not the same

bent streetlight
still serving its purpose
lighting the sidewalk

white picket fence
at high noon
our lonely walk together