A Memory of Maya
I met her only once,
the lean, mean calypso queen;
not every singer-dancer,
has driven a cable car.
She gave me a firm, handshake,
as if she’d known me forever,
to my very soul
and her light embraced my spirit.
When she spoke,
I devoured her eloquence;
as if it were a,
platter of buttery cheesecake,
floating in, chocolate-raspberry syrup.
I could have listened for hours,
to what poured forth from her
reservoir of wisdom.
Experiencing this tall,
Renaissance phenomenon’s light;
I found new joy.
Some folks just exude, a
huge bubble of spirit-gold.
Hers was gleaned from fields of
life experience,
some desolate; some abundant
and her labors were, pure love.
As the pen channeled her light
onto the front page, of my copy,
that poet-angel of love and light
wished me well.
How I hoped that her light,
would welcome me again, another day,
for I had truly met,
A “Phenomenal Woman”.
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