HIDE AND SEEK

Our creviced, cracked, and capricious skin is stunning.

Though we bleed the same red as everyone,

our veins (strong and supple) cris-cross like the etched tracks of the Underground Railroad,

while our blood (warm and resilient) purely drips with read memories of an unforgettable past  

                                                              

I Remember

The Good

Old Days

I remember the good old days
observing the eminent ways the golden sun kissed the aqua-tinted ocean at a morning’s dew,
while lying in pink-encrusted sand under gracious palm trees which avails the winds cadence to ensue." 

                                                                        

© 2020 by Denardo Hepburn