Interesting story on how I got there.
An animal walked outside my window
bigger than a coyote,
but can't be a Grey Wolf?? Could it???
Turns out its an Eastern Coyote or Coywolf (though I do believe the Grey Wolf has returned to Connecticut, regardless of the legend of Putnam).
Trying to identify the species (found no prints or scat) lead to research on the word cline which turned into a poem comparing our partisan divide along fake geographic boundaries to the real geographic boundaries of evolutionary differences
Given that anything cool in America starts off gay and/or Black I tied this into a term I coined as "cultural melanism." White people poetry always about nature. There are not really any #BiPOC people doing #poemsofrpresence.
Yet we owe so much of our form to African Diaspora Art and when another Black Man dies screaming, "I can't Breathe" while a jackbooted thug literally has his knee on his throat...
Felt wrong not to use my priiviledge to acknowledge this pain. To just write about pretty trees during a pandemic when majority of people have to stare at walls not the glorious landscapes of East Haddam.....
I think today I will continue with the Peppered Moth. Talk about how getting "whiter" is an awful but effective survival skill for Black students in school that doesn't work on law enforcement.