Poetry through her every move
Is the legacy I choose
Despite the days she was not smooth
Mama’s poem I will not lose
Poetry through her every move
Is the legacy I choose
Despite the days she was not smooth
Mama’s poem I will not lose
Fleeing from the bramble
As though they feel they must
Forsake the soft of the fruit
For the wind in their wings
Pretend
Like confetti exploding
And
Ticker-tape falling
Escapes
From ecstatic eyes
Flows
Through fearless fingers
The cool Country eve
Hopes to get a leg up on
The hot Urban morn’
I decided while
Beholding the vast
That we would not be
Caught up
In it all at all
Just the truth, the quiet and the liquid
Put wordless before me a photograph
Only
If it tastes of all you hope I’ll receive
Then will my skin feel the blanket surround
Finally
The sound of your shore can make glad these ears
Though the flash of your most honest scene blinds me
I’m left kissed by the scent of altitude