the toucan sat on his perch at the zoo

dark round berries in a pan at his feet

he took each one in the tip of his bill

and threw his head back

and most of the berries were lost to the ground

I watched him about half an hour or so

he tilted his head at each berry that fell

picked up some more and lost most of them too

and after Muhammad Ali passed away

I thought of that bird and his pan and his perch

I did not understand until after he died

how brave Ali was

or how much it cost a black man in that time

to stand up and say to the powers that be

I can’t fight for a country that won’t fight for me

he was a face I saw on TV

a toucan that smiled on a cereal box

but time has a way of tilting your head

and making you see things all over again

and I see a man now who was pretty and proud 

^{It's all right, it's all right, it's all right}

^{She moves in mysterious ways-}

^U2   

Almost magic,  but microscopic

that is how I would explain it

Her movements;

small,  subtle 

not unusual,  yet captivating 

May 3rd, 2024, Friday
High of 74, low of 60, with scattered showers

today, my history class is venturing downtown for a field trip at the music hall in cincinnati, ohio. i have been there twice in my life, first was when i was 6? i saw the orchestra play the music of harry potter, and a second time two or so years ago? i went with my sister before she had her first born if i'm not mistaken.. it had a small orchestra group and a few cirque performers. it was fun. and i'm glad to