Dream

 

My name means progress in Japanese,
the progress of prosperity and good fortune.
The dust that cleaved
makeshift barracks in Arizona,
whetted my parents’ 
thirst for the American Dream,
but my luck will have to be different.

I want my wheels to skim like blades in the wind across all ruts.
I want my wheels to spin so fast, we stand still.

Are you with me? Then, we may
whisper, in summer breeze,
the susurrus of swept reeds,
Susumu.

 

    Russell Susumu Endo

                                   invites you...