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First, months
of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
Months,
that's half a young cat's life
I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
In the Carribeanat the end of daysun drops suddenlylike a fire ballbehind forested hills
Your mother made me
write this
just in case, she said,
which kinda freaked me out,
so I said to her,
Da Man is fine, babe.
I feel it, first as a stir,turning deep in the murky water.Surfaces up for air, a twitchon the lake in my head.A flip, and it disappears.
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
I am the clash and collide of the starsbecause I create worlds.
I am the awareness of the treesbecause I hear the wind.
It was the summer
when Now and Laters
cost a nickel
and The Fantastic Four,
a buck.
When I met
Harriet Tubman
The game is on
at the park.
The stars are out.
It’s close to dark.
Hoop Kings
SOARing
in the SKY
so high
so fly
like they Got Wings
Miss Flotsam was my reception teacher.She had travelled the world.Brown hair turned goldenunder distant suns,clothes carrying colours