our flowers rise from thrown stones

me and jimi bring the new
rising sun over the clouds
we run by the ohio

singing throat songs
with ruff orange blackbirds

we come up from salt bank
before anyone rose
we run by violent gangs
outside the pregnancy center

calling us a ship of fools

saying men who stand by women are
fools     we stand
by women     we run
thru men    we said stay away from our uterus
stay away from our baby
we cannot hear
the key of
hate      it’s garbled tongue

poet ghosts come in here

flickin on and off the lights

saying stand up for the living

that is how we dead come back
bean trees came back
from our childhoods

and dropped their seeds for us
and me and jimi and the women
our blooms come out of us
and sail the sun

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