i Wood grain wall panels: I would imagine rivers taking me away. ii Feet hang off pull-out twin bed; small dormitory: Picture of freedom. iii Desks in rows; old large windows open; sweat forms from first day nerves, not heat.
i A cloudy, Gothic sky: closed tulips waver in cold, April breezes. ii DON’T INGEST CHLORINE. Newspapers give advice that should be obvious. iii Powdered sugar smiles remain after all beignets have been devoured.
i Squirrels remember where they buried Winter food; holes are left in green lawn. ii Between sporadic small drops of April rain, fall songs from unseen birds. iii Against cold grey skies buds on still bare trees begin to green and thicken.
i The shine of metal atop thick, green grass: toy cars forgotten at play. ii Butane torch hisses; wood crackles under heat; smoke sounds and smells of food. iii Large, dark grey rabbit between silent trees, sitting and poised for running.
i Midnight black beans crack between metal teeth, the smell of coffee pours out. ii In the middle of a dew wet lawn, the dog barks. Its echo responds. iii Laughter upstairs comes tumbling down carpeted steps: His morning begins.
i White, ice pebbles fall; five-year-old fingers pick them up; hail melts fast. ii Cold, April wind blows through blooming bushes; yellow petals on green grass. iii Open window blinds: still bare trees tremble and bend; cold air felt, indoors.
i Dreaming of flying, but morning arrives before I learn how to land. ii The dreams the color of commercials; television watching as I sleep. iii Awake in darkness the sound of morning birds; dreams melt with the sunrise.
i St. Augustine grass sunlit, green, crawling sharp blades poked tender bare feet. ii 803 Martin Luther King St.; passing trains shook black, barred windows. iii Humid winds, the hot smell of pine and pecan, blew against white brick walls.
i. Windows blurred; cold Spring rain; heavy drops on bare skin goosebumps, raised black hairs. ii. Goosebumps, raised black hairs on shivering arms rubbed by hands: the sound of warmth. iii. Hands: The sound of warmth Blankets unfolded and pulled over our bodies.
i. Swiveling chairs full of black bodies and sounds of chatter and laughter. ii. Head and eyes downward; hair falls fast and silently; thick clumps cover floor. iii. The feeling of warm cutting and buzzing on skin. Confidence restored.