My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:

When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body

To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past

I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.

If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor

The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how