Under the wings of justice

The fleet of seasons
Silky smooth transitions
Quick as summer's picnic of rhyme over reason
Bacardi breezing
Hugged tight by the bronzed warmth of July afternoon around 2
Old rap soundtracks carrying us on a wave of flavored fading youth
And as soon as the day encases too much to say
We're bumping back road gravel at the speed of childhood memories
Turning into the next stage
Leaves change as we age
Added wisdom in the rings and wrinkles of tree trunk and fingertips
Hearty laughs fill our breath with the realization that
Fall has arrived but it still feels like vacation
So it calls for the walk of shameless celebrating
From song to song, station to station
We switch on the crisp smell of forest melody and day old beer cases
It feels good to give so I place a vase
Of beautiful mums in the center of our makeshift trap table
Raised eyebrows, I don't care
I share the raw beauty of human appreciation
Spread petals across the paper plates
These innocent ridden minds find no use
But smile and laugh, continued murmurs
Thanksgiving dinner and instead of home setting
I buy a cheap pre made chicken
A whole pie and a few dime bags
And before I know it a snow storm will encase
This concrete graffiti filled jungle
I shall bundle up
I'm here to be free of chains that have corrupted
Double up my socks
Lots of walking to do
Not a flake has fallen
And I'm turning into an ice statue
Wear whatever mood, swing teeter tottering
Just as much as my own personal haunting
Ceases, releases me
As we approach Halloween
We're parading our hearts on our sleeved hoodies
Hoping to bloom in the spring
Under the wings of justice
We live out our nightmares
As well as our dreams
The cries of faith behind black capes
We know our mind sets have to change
But I'm loving the new swing of things
For with the morning dew each day
I hear a joke about prison rape
For the third time in two days
I smile and laugh as my newfound fam dressed in stressed, faded fabrics
Play in traffic, pass wine and half sized cigarettes
And discussions of the best method of hooping kinder eggs
I play a song on my phone for the man alone in a sleeping bag Upon the crack church steps
Wisps of intellect and pained perspective