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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (May 13, 2016)
Street Roots • May 13-19, 2016 Poetry Page 14 Reprieve by Kareem Ali Through this final winter evening I see you in the distant meadow, Engulfed in that elixir of dust into dawn. There you hold your breath perfectly still, Your arms crossed and strained, Your exhausted eyes Still splayed open to past winter heat. From the cliff You swim out into a quilt of trees, Desperately holding onto the remains Of this dying evening. In the distance the black-eyed sunlight Is divided into fissures of violet light The Slow Flow by Michone Nettles As water moves slowly downstream, currents push and pull with a consistent flow. Sun’s reflection looks like glass. Showing clouds above that resemble faces that we know, looking at a hairless child smiling at the sky with pure delight in the heart, not yet knowing what the world has in store for the future. Raindrops fall on heads with hair, that know not the hour. Ambush in the night, if they could they would. Only true love conquers all human nature, the truth is all we have inside, honesty is all we have to deal with and can make our lives worth living. Beyond the skirts of wetlands and shore, Blue sparrows collapse into flight Past the wastelands of your movements. Brigades of priests arrive, Just as the quicksand of memories Subsides. A play on love by Avendor Written in Seattle by Joe M. a glass of coffee in the morning, a cup of wine in the evening; i’m the happiest person alive, at least on this planet.. renies FARMERS’MARKET WEDNESDAYS 2-7PM I want to sprinkle flowers upon you and lay gemstones at your feet I want to meet you at the fountain in the city, so discrete I want to mesmerize the world by having you in my company I want to talk all night by the fire . on the shore, of the sea And last of all I want you and I to make a pact That we’ll be with each other in heaven after we’ve completed our final acts.
