About this author: Mississippi born poet living in the D.C. Metro area. Navy Iraqi Freedom veteran and computer network analyst spends time finding motivation for new concepts and projects. Constant motion is the bittersweet reality for living the writing life. Attended Tougaloo College, graduated Kaplan University in Computer Information Systems. Contact this author at: meganda99(at)yahoo.com

Done

by marcus uganda white
March 2007


Blackbirds swarm the ground
Left moist by melting snow.
They are a Calvary streaked
With blue heads and tails
Much like me.
Pictures left fastened
In yellow envelopes
Are revealed to snap
Amnesia regarding a time
In Jackson when
My best friend got married
And I smiled more than now.
My college sweetheart
Was in my arms
And I kissed her face.
She smiled, laughed
And I remember the words,
But can?t recall why
She is gone.
Last night?s liquor burns
Through my veins still
And the news is old
And the same.
Arlington has a mystery
Floating around crisp wind
And falling over black ice
Looking for the right turn
Off the beltway blues.
Something faint and garbled
Whispers this is home
And there are no marigold
Spins up green pastures
Where manure is dodged
By young boys running
Up hill with nap sacks
Packed with Twinkies,
Oatmeal pies and buck knives.
Some bad head wrap
Rammed me from behind
At a stop light on US 1
And sped away.
No fear is left in the fridge
So I drink brandy instead,
And write
While old R&B
Plays on television
Nearby the window
Where the birds have since
Flown away.