“I belong right here,” she said
and stamped her foot upon the soft earth
that ran far beyond where I could see
disappearing into the rolling hills
studded with ripening corn.
“I can teach you,” she cried
the promise of knowledge upon her lips
and distance in her eyes as she
looked beyond her rivers for wisdom
which she would then gather in her breast
and then cast upon the riverbank
like pennies from heaven.
“I will beseech you,” she wailed
in the darkened and lonely night
to bring justice to the children
to bring justice for the children
that eternally spring forth from her womb.
“I will reach you,” she whispered
as my body slowly turns to sand
a part of my own return to the earth
where we melt and become one.
“I will sing a song, my dear,” she promised
A ballad professing the love of every body
in this crisp autumn morning in Iowa
sunlight beyond words abound.
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