By Nikolay Tugushev
“Any type of change?”
The type that makes a Change,
a difference, say, like lightning
fleshing a different type. Some
welcome change in types
from red and white and blue
to red and white and blue.
Some blue, perhaps, that changes
with the types of seasons.
That changing change that changes change.
Maybe, if all hold their breath,
those blue men wearing white
and spilling red will change their tune
to one that thunders in the fall
as Summer turns to Spring, again
when change begins to bloom.
Or, just that type of change that jingles
in a black man’s half-amputated hand.