Embryonic Rhapsody
I imagine you tiny—two Q-tips long—blonde hair shiny,eyes bright as silver,mouth open in delight,full of giggles and diamonds.You tumble atop cotton ball clouds,bound through golden mansion rooms,sway to jazzy harp…
Mamie at the Mission
First thing this mornin'—before I open my eyes—I smile.Metal scrapin' on metal I swear.It's mama fryin' eggs and baconin that ole thick black pan,lookin' over Jordan.Swing low, I sayThen I…
Ruby
You visit sporadically, usually on Tuesday (you always liked the song). Outside the wooden door, you pose like a child next to a crayoned wall. Three quick raps at the…