Photo Credit: Garrett Parker

On the rooftop, I smell smoke

Eyes red, the scent strong

Mouth half smile

I saw him high, like a flying kite

Like he was sitting on cloud nine

In the sky

On the rooftop, I smell smoke

Circling around me

Giving thanks

To the thanksgiving feast

Giving thanks to Selassie

Giving thanks to the great treat

On the roof top—I stood still,

Observing the great blue sky,

And think, “Wow, this is so freaking, amazing!”

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