The Joint Chiefs
The joint chiefs are stirring,
their blood, coarsing with hope
and justice.
They wake and recognize.
The joint chiefs can see
around corners.
They are the warmed up droplets
of water coarsing through the
iceberg, picking up water droplets
melting the freeze.
Heart of a lion,
They commence.
Amina Kilgore Hall
HAIKU
A bird suspended
overhead in midst of flight
seemingly stops time.
A child without love
is a flower without soil
It withers and dies.
Born into this world
with bald heads and round bellies,
leaving the same way.
I stood behind you.
While I stood in you shadow
You stood in my light.
Loretta Bacon
