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Jesus, Popi, Mothers and Me

Jesus was a carpenter. So was Popi. Mary was a virgin, So were me and my mothers. I had white grandfathers, And black. I'm a Southern Bell like my birth Mother. Fences, with no borders. Still waters run, ponds, fish. Dock of the bay. Salty mists cleanse the soulful sound. Crabs run into shells while I build sandcastles. Neptune. Soon I'll see Jesus, Popi, Mother, sandcastles in the sky.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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