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All my life I ran after rainbowsbut only caught empty clouds;too early or too late for the rainto change desert into garden.
Hername was Eve, and jus..
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If
all I have are pictures
how
do I write the word
red?
The
man, the boat, the tree,
these
are real. But red?
..
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In honor of Harriet Tubman and Juneteenth.
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In the Wallace Stevens tradition
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I
can't write about digging for potatoes.
I'm
not Irish, and besides, that
was
father's generation. All I can write ..
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Based on the news
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Black
man white wrapped
dropped dead into the sea,
captain
and the crew salute;
a
nation never knew him.
Black
man w..
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I
should have brought him home
and
given him a proper place
to
rest, maybe beneath the ivy
that
grows up the fen..
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Hello,
Padre. I would
invite
you in, but I
can’t
stay. Yes. I’m sorry
but
I have to go. Before
y..
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Neon
flashing sidewalks.
Lawns
made of rocks.
Arching
water flying skyward.
Clanging
coins, clanging lives.
Women,
hard as the..
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