ATLANTA (TWO | KING’S BLOSSOMS)

King’s voice reverberates through the streets

as my feet beat pavement

beneath still cherry blossoms

Through the green trees,

many colors have bloomed

Groups of children walk in packs

through the memorial site

A historical place brings them gathering

A row of houses seem to know so much

I can only guess

I take a right on a hot street

From the turn,

my walk is long, mesmerizing, hot, and memorable