Our community, our nation, our world. This poem is my offering, my response. #TakeAKnee #AwakenLove #WhoIsMyNeighbor
(P.S. For those who know me, my job is now OK.)
Neighbors
I am not colorblind.
My skin is pink olive, my eyes hazel,
my hair mop-top gray.
The woman next door
is not colorblind, too.
Her skin is walnut, her eyes brown,
her hair spiral black.
We chat at the fence,
some planks yellow-treated straight,
others weather-warped smoke,
the Airedale and Boston terrier
nose-to-nose through the cracks.
Her father is disappearing
into his stroke. My job
is being phased out.
Hand is given to hand
to hold on.
Sophia Brothers Peterman
