January First | Maya Washington
Cornbread crumbs in the greens,
drips of Tabasco sauce form beads of graduation.
Johnny Cake fills the belly,
a golden chant
caught in the murmur of centrally heated air.
Guided by real window dressings,
skating glass balcony door
opens to city views blinking
Watered by fresh painted interiors,
eyes turn cartwheels
over plush carpets emitting
hope’s simple scent.
Turnips and collards flirt with steel utensils,
sizzling on a brand-new stove.
Cornbread crumbs in the greens.
This year will be what never was!