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
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