Brushfires
Samuel Adams talks about Brushfires of freedom in the minds of men.
(Talks, because when does a fire stop burning?)
But he lived long ago.
Tom Morello Rages that his quotes are misinformation,
Delayed his revolution against imagined enemies
Until the government said it was safe to Take The Power Back
But retweeted that one time they used a bad word on the air
“*&^% You, I won’t do what you tell me!”
(Ah, Thomas, I think you will.)
A brushfire isn’t always where you expect it
Raul sets up dominoes for the afternoon game.
Rolls his R’s the glorious way
A drummer tests out a snare drum when a guitarist is trying to tune
I met the last man
on the last boat
out of Cuba in ‘63
“We were packed like sardines, like sardines” he said.
“If people tell you they have it bad here…don’t…if they…” shaking his head, something choking him.
I hurried home with my hair on fire to continue his work in the only way I know how
fumbling, stumbling
Leaned in to whisper something to a friend
Handed him a sheaf of papers
And POOF
We stood there, puzzled, sensing a way forward, but not clear through the fog.
Is something burning?
I love the smell of thinking in the morning.
It smells like…hope.