Overtures

The wave of an indigo blue fence like chain mail rises upward like a roller coaster along East 14th Street. Pure amusement will follow in the morning, but for now the surging waves of deep blue emotion impact Ms. King’s quiet reflection. Rollers of darkness have taken their toll, but will not compromise a beloved soul. Trust as the dusk rapidly diminishes.

The indigo sky is not made out of dye. One dilated white light is near her solemn stance. An orange street light animates her black mossy braids. The other dilated circles behind her back are clustered together like tribute lights. Lead by example. The signatures make new overtures. It is finished. The grand opening is tomorrow. A moment to give thanks to the guiding hand of the Lord. At his side. Love and forgiveness could only subside the tragedy into perfect peace.