I'm in a meridional doze.
Heaving sighs of sweltering shadows and
lines pleating my face.
that pleasure of eating
what's in the vision
beams across this
daze. Up at the hour of
duskiness just when her mighty
voice gave rise to my jitters.
'Rise up, look out'.
Who are you?' I'm cuddled
by your fever.
and then I swell, sweeping your way.
in power and pride we rise with you. in present memory, dedicated to Maya Angelou.
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