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A Question for Moses from the screenless window beyond the rusty fire escape a minuet waltzes past an odor it hadn’t heard from in centuries through time into mine the alley below, known only as the river with a beat, kids, though they’d never admit to that, are dealing, reeling in motion on waves of winds off the ocean with its cruisers filled with dudes rolling, trolling for chicks, with wads of it rolled up inside blue jeans, doin’ Jackie D n’ some snow, ‘haps ice tonight it’s cold enough for ice, yes, as long as we got some sugar to go a breeze heavy with the scent of men moves up into mine out there, on the ocean, dreams and boats cruise, we move, n’ groove teaming, gleaming, ever grieving, waves, water, action, motion, delivers us, invigors us, drawing us, but never taking us out of this bayou heat in the street movin’ into mine begging with ancient limbs to mount the observation deck spies on brothers, sisters and hopes the dam holds back the flood threatening to wash them all away as mime, in rhyme, moves up into mine we, the naked nervous race, pissin’ in this river, watchin, doin’ nothin’, as an ocean swallows us whole and belches in gratitude waiting for the next wave who’s gonna pull the plug? what’s it take to move a people through water, Moses? |
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