the angels

it was raining

the angels are

crying momma

would have said

but i knew better

they were sobbing

i was in it

their grief was

my grief they wet

my face i saw

a woman with

an umbrella

yellow untouched

by that which

touched me

what surprised

me she was

dry she was

untouched

Reviews

[Daphne]

Libby, I remember that very day walking out of County High School. I just told Jackson, "I can't believe it. Someone has written poetry about me. I thought they only did that for my cool mother-but not me." Jack's response, "Of course they would. You are a great teacher." The saddest part about education today is there is very little time to get to really know students because of the block schedule and the pacing guides provided by the district. We did some really cool things. You, Anthony, and John still have such spirit and fire and creativity, I should have insisted you go to California or New York. Hell, the four of us could stand Alabama on its head. We should think about that. Alabama needs a revolutionary free press.