Where I’m From
2009
I am from classical,
and jazz,
and eighty-eight keys.
I am from umbrellas,
and rain-boots,
splashing in tiny seas.
I am from bright lights,
and buildings,
crowding the sky.
I am from the never ending blue,
circling and winding,
dancing so free.
I am from sunflowers,
kissed by honeybees,
crisp white linens blowing in the breeze.
I am from cotton,
and wheat,
howdys and yall’s.
I am from dancing,
and singing,
at the top of my lungs.
I am from paintbrushes,
and canvas,
messes and masterpieces.
I am from elite crowded halls,
name brand bags,
so many made-up faces.
I am from restless crowns,
lining the horizon.
I am from four spaces,
plus five lines.
I’m whole note, half note,
some rests in between.
My life is legato,
at times it’s staccato.
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