she was far too willing to accept ‘no’
as the answer
the smart one
the littlest one
never gave up a single
ghost
she loved language the most
her temper was gone
by the time the moon
turned blue
which was about the time
she decided
‘it’s true’
and she never told anyone
but you
((((breathe in deep))))
she was the go-to girl
for most of the world
all
freckles and curls
don’t know if ya heard
ya heard
the shadow in the sky
blocking the sunrise
the one lacking rights
is the one that’ll die
if you fight
and clean up
from last night
just do it aight
aight
she always said it best
she said ‘heart-strong’
she said ‘head-long’
she said
‘c’mon c’mon c’mon’
and moved up front
with the people
up close
but what does anyone
really know about hope
except that maybe
maybe
maybe it’s best just to leave it alone
leave it
at home
so
empathy
the empathic bleeding love
for every one
from a place
full up
and overflown
moving those blues around until
they get in line with the high notes
on tenor saxophones
into a light where they can be seen
and known
and if that really is just the way it goes
y’ know
sam cooke sang
‘don’t fight it feel it’
i mean feel it
not just hearing
or wearing the
t-shirt
listen norman
not everything has to hurt
you scrawl it quickly
in the commuter lot
your eyes your smile
they’re soft
but your words
are not
they’re hard
hot
quick like gun shots so
go on boy
give ‘em what you got
even if you think
it’s not
quite done
it is something
that’s not used up
and that
is hope enough
so
have another one
order up a shot
and a beer
pretend the citywide
made it all the way to
right here
like it
learned how
to take the train
and that is precisely when old fat god
took the time
to explain some things
when all we really wanted him to do
was make it rain
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