Wednesday, February 10, 2010

for us who look at champions.

wind battered beauty,
heroine of the fairytale
offered by the best
dreamers, overcomes
adversity, marching
towards triumphs

wished for by
humble spirits
occupying sacred
dirt, and by
that know

such riches
arose here, from
your shipping

docks and your
eateries, from
young black men

gathering to
organize strong
new unions,
no longer pushed
aside from leadership

but represented,
early barkeep
attempts to
temper shabbily

distilled libations and
especially the people, the
marriage of nations,

swirling the sounds
and flavors until
international treasures are
nestled in your borders.

Time again to help you rise.
Super Bowls don't mean the work is done.

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