Emotional intellect is growing. It's new territory. Without labels for what they feel or are signaling. Hoping for reality. Working at presence. No it's not ironic, the 90's are a period piece! My eyes are changing. My sight is the same. And, "politics". Remember Desert Storm? How American that sounded. A soldier named Sean O'dell came to our third grade class and probably said something meaningful. He was strong and he was a hero and I always wanted to touch him. And they're still fighting (over there). Like something is about to pop. I think we are long past pop. I think we're about to get the feeling back in our legs. And learning to walk is frustrating when in your head, not only could you dance but 'oh! Could YOU dance?!'
Sunny runs Lenox Fast Food breakfast spot in Central Harlem. He and his beautiful wife, And Fernando, Run the spot on Lenox Ave, Just below 143rd St. Next to a bar called 'A Touch of Dee'. They serve plates, Fried fish, Coffee with milk or half 'n' half only... And cheese grits. Everyone orders the cheese grits. I've never had them, But secretly, always want to try them. The waffles are toaster waffles, And come in 2 sizes: Regular and silver dollar. There are tins ready with butter, Prepped bacon, And these little metal bowls, That Fernando has on hand to mix your eggs. Which he folds with precision and skill. In the back of this narrow, Black-painted-walled hole in the wall (the kinda spot my Dad would love), On this block of Lenox Ave., There is a picture of Obama- maybe from 2008. On the wall next to the "If someone is choking" sign. Today a man, Much taller than me, With a smile and energy that could light up NY, A man who Sunny knew by name, Wa...
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