Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Maxime Banks #4 - Mississippi Echoes

One man in my life scratches poetry across continents 

scything hemispheres on snatches of scrolling lines. 

The other man in my life sends me adolescent pecans 

picked from the breast of our mother's father’s dirt 

where memory echoes buried beneath 

remembered fragrance of 9¢ bales of cotton 

chopped with bent sweat 

before songs of freedom rang 

beneath a chorus of bleeding bent southern trees.

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