Justice / Bonding

Down and out the street
the waters ran, the blossoms

in wind, they spun around
like jubilees so handsome

The day, so full of frowns,
with reminiscence glistening,
and I, trying just to listen,
vicarious in sounds

What are we doing, trapping
some holiness in reason?

Calculating sadness while ignoring
some vestal season

Go forth in jubilation,
tearing up those walls.
Count another blessing
on fingers cracked and broken

As tall as forests rise,
this justice is impending,
if we all figure out
how together to bond so messily
and take the muscle with us
in our mouths, allowed aloudness,
waging suffer to build the bridges
that are moonroads against
this distance


(c) J. Celan Smith