Poetry for you, prose for someone else:
Souvenirs spill
From the
Unsealed
Yellow envelope
Its brightness
Contrasted against
The black shirt mourning
The feebleness of a friend
The sun spills a square or two of light onto
The fenced gravel road
Cell bars cast by shadows
Cage his friend in steel
A one man prison
As whip-thin branches flaunt buds
Freshly emergent and tall, pushing against the early spring wind
A smile faces downward
Away from this new life to
A friend sitting in his chair
In the mud
Ablaze with the past
KafeMandela 