I don’t even have words for how crazy and difficult these days are. Guns and floods and death, and then life.
Tonight begins the holiday of Sukkoth. It lasts for seven days. We build a home outside our home, to celebrate shelter while we wander, and harvest, and we eat our meals together. We continue to celebrate that there is harvest, and that we each do what we can to make a home.
A home is people, people we love. One of the people I love the most is a neighbor named Delores. I have written many poems for Delores.
Delores one of my favorite people ever she owned a bar in Harlem cleaned houses raised children many friends lives a life wherever she is lives a mobile home in upstate New York invites us all in Delores doesn’t mind her missing body parts ok about aging and various diseases she enjoys her doctors some good looking Delores looked beautiful at dinner new silver shoes she said sometimes I don’t feel all that good but then I wake up to birds