Wintah Cometh

A sunny January afternoon On Myrtle Avenue Clinton Avenue Listening to Italian Pop In front of Larina. The sun on my face.

Speaking to refugees From Senegal Men From Ecuador Families From Venezuela Families Friends Fleeing Fear Fleeing home Walking across the Darien Gap No roads Muddy paths through swamps Danger every step Not as dangerous as home. Not with America's Endless Wars Everywhere But America Not Texas Not Florida Nor Brooklyn.

You here You here.

Refugees wanting food Men wanting work Mothers wanting good Para los ninos.

We give what we can Food

And smiles We know the hard life We give what we can Hoping the Endless War Ends

And people can go home everywhere.

Gaza, Syria, Burma, Bangla Desh, Mexico, Everywhere. Peace No War Imagine Imagine Imagine

Now to the now to come

Peace in this world

We are us