A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

I keep on drying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…