No Problem, No Worry

Black and gold stripped bandanna
tied to the nape of her fragrant neck
over her hair's frizzly forest,
portly her majesty is my Sapphire,
who has more adventures she could tell
than poems I could ever write of her and hers,
of times when riding city buses was by reserve
the sitting arrangement from white to back,
and veranda privileges was for mint julep sippers,
and fountain waters were white and black to the very last bloody drop.

Black and gold stripped bandanna tied to a bun in a bow.
My fingers tips know their textures. My soul has heard their sing.
From Sapphire's ear of perfect seashell shape an earring swings,
a massive ring to mock earth's orbit --- orbit of witch
hang ball and chain that sways to the stop and go
of the New Orleans transit authority.
Between ball and chain shine 48 silver stars.
Add 2 more to mark the sites of those who would exploit
my Sapphire, but neither understood nor fully possessed her;
uneasy their wait in these uneasy times.

Rocking chair times, unpredictably asteroid