Parading

strange ink, little calligraphy

Bruja    Hoodoo scribble

There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.

Read a cloud,

it is hallelujah time,

The sun fell

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,

when your belief in justice

where forgetting where forgetting weighs

everything that is the case imaginatively.