Songs of Anisha
“We Are,”
by Stephen Oladele Solanke
Our lives
a laughter in the eye of a fish
a spark within the world within
we are
a star spangled reaching for nothing
a boxer slugging for all
the hooting of the train
in the dark
the unseeing bat
in the light
a life
we summon
a soul
we live
the revolving door
the windmill
the splosh of dripping blood
the jerking at the drop of life
All is in all
is in all.
“Under the Harvest Moon,”
by Carl Sandburg
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
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