Exactly yesterday, two years ago, I wrote this poem (below) for Uzochukwu Odonwodo, an awesome friend, an amazing poet, also called "Prof". It was his birthday again yesterday (?) and it took me back to our talks of Ann Sexton, Che Guevara, John Mayer, the Cuban Revolution, Sports, the Human mind and the incredible poems we shared -
Happy Birthday Uzo. Never. Stop. Being. You.
For Uzo on His Birthday
Thunderclaps roll by
It pains you.
Why?
The storm blows here
Into my heart
Into yours
The thunder
With its base tremors
The beautiful soprano
Of the birds
The wonderful tenor
Of the whistling leaves
The auto tunes of the
Morning breeze
The whole world
Sings in unison
One song.
Nature sees you today
And wishes you well.
