June is Pride Month, and the inspiration for this week’s poem:
Pride
It’s an eyeshadow rainbow
perfected in a foggy mirror
sparkling under streetlights
A kid with a half-shaved head
reaching their little hand out
for the free rainbow fan
Old women holding each other
in the rev of their motorcycle engine
and it’s one line
in a beat-up journal
ripped out, crumpled up,
thrown away
but you wrote it down
you know for sure
that, in itself
is a beginning