I'm tired of living and feared of dying

me too, Paul Robeson,
me too

"That ol' man river,
he must know something
But he don't say nothing"

I'm there too
in the shallows:
the blue mud of deep
southern clay
where I find green jasper
and dreams
rank from wet earth

We are all 'passing'
for something

my German is dirtied
by Danish
and lesser shades
of slushy heritage,
unwon races,
and uneaten leftovers

My avocado was ripe
for you yesterday

My showboat, she just
keeps "rolling along"

Now, Ava Gardner:
step out of the scene

Step out, Ava Gardner,
you will be remembered
by greater women
than me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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