Dear Warriors

Dear Warriors,
what’s my agenda?
a glass of white wine at eventide
they call it white because of the color
not that color
but I do see color

the purple of a dusk sky
shimmering in relaxed buzz
the moon’s white veil
spilling over a country road
and no, veil isn’t a reference to the KKK

I see the blackness of midnight
seriously, what else do you call midnight sky? African American?
and I see trees dancing
complicit in a dream
try it

I have a dream
not an agenda