Scribbled tales tell more than most would want to know, right?

Hot Sauce
by Michael Romani

Layers of texture
Provide the details
The hot sauce of conjecture
Told in a scribbled tale
It's a portrait of a community
But also one of a family

Though there is much commonality
Power is felt in dirt and graffiti
There in the half hidden revelation
Hides the deeper things of fascination
The Hood has never been the best destination
Most at least to the outside indication

Yet, there is the hope of nostalgic sisterhood
There is also the grief of always seeking good
In all the moments of the all too tragic
This is still the seeking out of the simple magic
Like being there to watch the sunrise
And sharing it within each other's eyes

A downtown shimmer is there in the distance
Keeping in tact the impact of rugged resistance
In all of this is that looming unseen presence
That in each of us imprints its vital essence
Staring into the blinking neon sign over an ancient bar
Feeling the whispering secrets energize me like a twinkling star 

(c)  June 3, 2019  Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved