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Changes I
Cannot Fathom
By Rudolph Lewis
There’s a southern
breeze. I open my window. Blue sky.
Across the way on
a hill a black female evangelist preaches
her sermons of
redemption near Lake Drive. Old Glory
pops in the wind
on a tall white pole. This morning I made
my peace with God
& man, all the while I listened to Roland
Kirk’s “Mood
Indigo.” With three horns in his mouth circular
breathing, I have
my morning coffee & cigarettes—it’s a good
day. I wonder
where my woman be, whether she thinks of me.
I read Ali’s tale
about what it means not to have an erection
with your woman. A
man speaks to his penis & prays. In love
with a vigorous
wife who puts his softness in the streets, his
manhood mocks him
& grins.I wonder where my woman be.
Dark clouds drift
south, masking the sun. Bobo scratches for
the season to change. I sit wondering where my
woman be.
March 2006 |