sing me on street corners under glowing lampposts, harmonizing vocals, black, white, race is no matter, sweet sound knows no color. sing me in philly, in brooklyn, in baltimore, i am your love, your longing, your heartbreak and your joy. a cappella, alive on 45’s and chevy stereos, cruising, because there’s a moon out tonight and life could be a dream. never-ending youth, ephemeral song. doo wop has died, but the music lives on.
Tag: Harmony
Presence and the Virus
and in the midst
of this uncertainty, as
time stands still in
houses, on streets where
dogs are walked five
times a day, and
women, men, wear masks
to stop the virus
within all this, i
sit next to my
son’s slumber and feel
only peace and calm
because this is our
moment, and all is
quiet, and the world
only exists right now
Path Between Trees
Smile
because it is
free to bend
lips so people
can see that
there is joy
in our heads,
happy wrinkles, crinkles
those twinkling eyes
telling everyone it
is okay, the
universe is fine,
and when we do
make this grin
all of us win
Everyone is Everyone
I believe
that you
are me.
We are
each other.
The same
but different
like stars.
Daniel W. Polk 