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Monday, January 7, 2008

black is

my daughter’s angst against blood and institution,
center of peas boiling and arousing my hunger;
george suffering twenty-hour shifts
crisscrossing this nation.

7 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love this, so intense and intriguing

susan said...

Ah, this one is personal gumbo Hoping others will come by and share with me. Your feedback is appreciated.

writerwoman said...

This one has a real authenticty to it. It feels like family, intimate and real.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like there is a lot happening in your family right now. Great way to describe it.

SA said...
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J. S. Clawson said...

A look straight into you and yours. True blue and honest, a lovely sincere poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.

susan said...

Thanks Scott,
This was inspired in part by a documentary I saw and yes, my children. This child by the way is beautiful and inspiring to me.