So much change

all at once

not always a bad thing

the shot that erases the pain

the heart

that starts beating again.

A new school

a new routine

a new sound

a new regime.

 

There are ships on the horizon.

 

A cultural exfoliation

reveals a searing sensitivity.

A cloak of black leather

repels a saccharine society.

 

There are ships on the horizon

they are coming for the coasts

and everything is changing.

 

The small difference between

brown and black

is the turn of epochs.

A face in the mirror

matured overnight.

Streets deepened by

a cleansing rain in spring.

I stand at the source of

an endless avenue

turned to stream

then river

then endless bay

and there are ships on the horizon.

 

-Danny Grosso