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Woke up this morning
into the second day
of the long hot summer;
above in the beautiful
bright sky, a lone plane
could be heard piercing
the cerulean airway.
Down below, here on the ground,
up in the bright green leafy trees,
happy little birds are chirping away;
A tiny little squirrel dashes
down a tree trunk, squats, and
at the base, rhythmically begins
familiar staccato-like nibbling.
As timed, Jazz Radio comes on
and the bedroom is filled with
the sweet sounds of Errol Garner’s
piano echoing, “In the Beginning.”
Suddenly, there’s a news flash:-
“Black man shot dead outside
of neighborhood convenience store
where he was suspected of trying
to rob an elderly white woman!”
Quickly turned on the TV and there
stood the hysterical elder woman
tearfully talking to the reporters: “The
poor man was just trying to help me
put my groceries into my car.”
The reporter turns to the camera and says:
“And there you have it. While this accidental
shooting is being investigated, the officer
has been placed on paid administrative leave.”
Not surprised, I jumped up, adorned my
Black Lives Matter t-shirt, grabbed my sign
and went out to join the daily summer march:-
Another beautiful day in the Black Neighborhood!
