i’m imagining it again tonight
the mosaic tiles in strawberry fields in my ether in the intersection of idealist moonbeams and #BlackLivesMatter marchers swirling under the Manhatten hum [or is it a pulse?] feeling the tranquility of the mosaic despite being just steps from the Dakota.
i didn’t know then but they wrote strawberry fields . . . → Read More: Politics, Re-Spun: Imagine, Re-Imagine the Strawberries