Sunday Afternoon
Originally posted on this blog on June 8, 2021.
Originally written in New York City on Sunday, October 14, 2001.
Sunday Afternoon
By Michael Anthony Adams, Jr.
from his poetry collection, The Tree Outside My Window.
Believe me when I say that
I have seen the stars of night
sparkle in the light
of a woman’s sight.
I have forgotten more visions
of mirages on sand
than grains of that same sand
ever slipped through my hands.
I have lost more lives
than have ever been stolen
from a cat on the prowl
or a family in war.
I have stared at myself
until I grew roots
and cut those roots
to move downstream
and stare again.
I have fought and cried so many times,
and never once did I believe
a single scream could not be heard
until the day I met the day
when every scream’s cacophony
tore through my dream, leaving me
shaking and sweating, wringing my hands:
bloody, drenched, and licked so clean
by tongues…
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