Photo by Art 42
May 5, 2019
Organize your blessings.
Spring cleaning for summer’s setting.
This picture was me,
Not if I were a tree, but a seed.
One that grows like thee.
From here on the ‘P’ is free.
Born and raised in Portland.
Born of a leaf.
It rains for the greens to spring and trees to leave.
Later for summer hikes.
Beach walks and flying kites.
Green grass for the other side to grow.
The grass ain’t greener on the other side, ya’ know…?
It dies under our hot sun.
You gotta water it to see this rock’s green glow.
Back to a beautiful blue.
A hue to look up to.
Holding H20 to inspire what grew.
Through pictures, however,
Your eyes will be what we get from you.
Whistling the sound to quiet the view.
White-noise the city.
Each mountain a symbolic rock growing pretty.
Underneath they hold fire, Portland from below holds desire;
There too we spit fire; weirdly like rappers do to inspire.
When we see the greenery brown,
We see art failing from a rock’s ever growing ground.
Pick up that water-hose.
Your grass looks dirty year around, ya’ know.
Use Pinterest to DIY that land.
Yard work is tough, damn, man…
When your artwork is rough,
They often listen to a brown man.
This is where words of art takes a writing man.
Never calling the landscaping brown man.
My brown be what lie in my hand.
Sweat equity, under the sun be the breath it’ll take of me.
Now, on to Home Depot with Kali for the people to greet.
When done I’ll have DameTime on to rest my feet.
Peace out, this is my Sunday morning practice of thee.
-Budd
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