Mr. Gordon Parks

The wind knows to wait

while you stir fate.

All is still, poised to present

the image that you were

predestined to capture.

The rapture

of reflections. The seduction

of scenes. Frozen reality.

Where the past is posed.

Now we all know of the

struggles, the joys of our own.

The seed has been sown.

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Tanesha Russell Yusuf

T.R.Y. Life learner, mother, daughter, poet, teacher, rights crusader. Always on a mission.