Voices from the hood

by KC X018, CCWF
Voices from my past, children, soft sounds, the smell of cut grass
The flight of the falcon, a humming bird hovers around a bright red feeder. A window, the window sill of heaven.
Ravens call at night, the cane, oh, the magic of the Raven Cane at night.
To even underestimate the power in the hood in the wee hours of the morn, is to say the “caine” and eye have no say!
Listen, yes, in quiet silence comes the WAY.
Less is always an addition when the last part is the only less,
Then the less is the more, but only in response to just the ADD =
2 equal is to be a part of, to remain less, then can become, a gift is source, as in it works,
The How It Works, hood, stayed down until we equal the most.