(For Sethe)
Step out of the shower
with the intention of starting over
but the memory of the past
clings
it is everywhere
that lost lamb
following mary
yet it saved our lives
exodusing egypt
it sits with us
in the cool of the eve
rustling and rising
new grass
pardons lost dreams
lulling us
with
blue grass
and cotton
flowers
if you pull me closely
and breathe
you'll know
spastic dancing
of souls on skin
recalling a time when
men were money
women were mules
and God was watching
and waiting
for victory
refusing to be broken
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