a poem for rockit.

for rockit.

somethin’ ever changing
with tide and season
with heart and movement.
jubilee
and sunday shoutin comes to mind
lak de superior horn
o’ blowin’
and in each note love finds new form
like you my brother ,
a gift.

lak a thing wrapped in black form.

born to bring about a third sermon

and i feel blessed.

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