Beneath the quiet cerulean sky
spotted with flat puffy white clouds
I cruised the long valley-like highway
bordered on each side by beautiful
palisades of monumental sage trees…
Sage trees with their waving multicolored
leaves reflecting their hued green, yellow,
orange, brown, and red tints that rainbow
the palisade borders of this tarmac valley.
What an irony that this amazingly quiet
canvassing of nature’s glorious beauty
veils a juxtaposed rustic ugliness of a frail
perplexed nation falsely echoing itself
as a beautiful land of the brave and free…
A nation, falsely echoing itself as a land
in which all are born free and endowed
within its borders with life, liberty, equal
justice, and the pursuit of happiness…
May nature’s force-field rendering beauty
continue to spiritually fuel us in our struggle
to dismantle this country’s self-defense
juxtaposed disposition of racist rendering
of injustice and meager piecemeal justice.
In the coming beauty of winter’s snowing
let us not be frozen over in our ongoing
melting of the cold atrocities seeking to
snowball our momentous journey along
freedom’s road towards true liberation.