Thursday, March 3, 2016

Morning Is The First God Valentine

You joy fruit of hope
let’s begin with a rap hymn
the earth’s soundtrack
of traffic and mourning doves
who do you think you’re calling
and now you stop to remember
I’m calling my dead friends
when they’re already here
but it’s like I’m Helen Keller
and they’re struggling
to get through a whole
new language without
words or gestures
just the feel of love

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