Latif Harris


My Life Half Full

Seeing into
	the emptiness of

			my aging

the illusive  things I see
		like a playground

where I stand
			then fall into
       my           body
                and           mind
                   of degeneration

watching children
                      slowly lose their freedom

where I rest
       in an afternoon fugue
                  of exquisite confusions

		the piercing shadow
of perfect exhaustion
falling like 

leaves in perfect dreams