Take Me to the River (a poem)

Take me to the river
Wash me in muddy water
It’s so cold that I shiver
Adopt me as your daughter

The river water heals me
Brings me closer to my personal Jesus
We sing songs in a minor key
The river water frees us

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The Blues (a poem)

Bask in nighttime blues

stars dot the sky like flecks of white paint

Mothers moan for lost children –

we want rhythm, but not the blues

the aqua blue of deep seas

the blackened blue of bruised eyes

the blues guitar of the Mississippi Delta

the crystal blue eyes of your lover –

sing the blues, young one

sing ‘em while draped in a blue dress

drowning in muddy waters.

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