Dear crumb, dear lone
Seed of the tattered streets,
Your shadows faint with grief
Not the procession of suns
Dear crumb, dear harvester
Of dust, strange human reins
Expunge your path…
Will human sweat suffice?
Category: poetry reading
High and Clear, Poetry by Joy Reid
How can I not hear you, how can I not
HEAR
when every molecule of my being seen and unseen
aligns to you?
All the filaments of my soul,
all the particles of my bone,
all the partitions of my heart,
and all the meanderings of my mind, all my
impassioned, whispered, wandering imaginings, feverish hopes and faith,
love. Love? Love!
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