Driving west-bound on Uintah street
to get to the Martin Luther King memorial breakfast,
a pair of sneakers
hanging from the power line —
is that the first step someone took
to get to heaven?
Anyhow, I have been lax in my blog writing because
I have been editing our Poet Laureate project
of a 44 page booklet of poems by local residents,
for our Poetry While You Wait book.
And for two weeks writing and re-writing a
“public poem” celebrating the values and legacy of MLK,
a poem for five voices to represent the
yellow brown black red and white peoples
of the planet human, and
we read it this morning at the MLK breakfast.
I feel so humbled, honored and privileged
to have been able to do that.