written on Juneteenth
a Black man
cried, and cried out for his mother
then went quiet ...
years later my friend is stopped
and frisked on the same bloody spot
FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:
passing the shadow
of the George Floyd mural wall
white cops on the beat
And for more about Juneteenth, see Special Feature: "Selected Poems for Reflections on Juneteenth"
