happy birthday mother of the new day.

happy birthday mother of the new day.

A Poem by h d e rushin
"

for rosa parks 100 years.

"

 

 

It's hot. Alabama hot. No need to explain.

You've worked all day and your kidney,

the bean shape, wants rest. Something simple

and easy, to ride and look out the window

at houses and white fences and steeples of

churches you cant attend. What do you call

the science that deals with forces related

to the motion of sweaty feet? Or a kerchief,

or a person who works with little bits of

cut glass and plaster, where first, without

sympathy, they draw a straight line? I like it

when the mind wanders off and you dream

of distances or the place where the bus

curves past a little creek. Or a law requiring

dogs to be unrestrained at your sight?

Or the movement of a large ship underway?

Or the feeling of excitement when a body swings

from left to right? What do you call rock that

is solid enough or continuous enough to form

ledges? Your call it decisive, then you call

it by its faithful name. You call it sacrifice.

© 2013 h d e rushin


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A honorable, and thoughtful homage to a person (more aptly, an Idea) not yet completely realized. But you can touch it, now. Thank you, for sharing this piece dana


Diego

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tap dancing should have been invented by you dearest , a whistle of sound only dogs can hear and come when called, devoted like it is spelled backwards, how ever kicking and screaming it may turn.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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A Poem by h d e rushin