Saturday June 9, 2012

She was

always more than

her qualities

even as they eluded her over

the years a nation of

farmers plowed

slaves into the folded landscape of rivers

lines are not lions though they have been known to roar

bisecting the apex of intention

we are

beginning to see

what we were seeking

no longer exists

that the other side of the

coin only appears in dreams

she knew

as a child the day would come

when all the birds

fled her body

would sing

a glass harp in the wilderness