by Tariq Thompson


                    after Jeffrey McDaniel


There is a dumb peach tree in some ravished country 

that still bears peaches. The world’s people, mostly


poor & naked, lie on prickled beaches begging for 

the tide’s touch, each day broken by its leaving.  


(I have no ocean. I am land-locked & my mother is dying.)


Beneath the southern sun, beneath my own fear, 

I daydream a loving world. Each morning I float 


in the cool of my lover’s pool. I am a romantic teacher 

gardening petunias with padded knees. Each evening 


I love so brutally wild meadows replace the sites

of lynchings, so truthfully white men blush violently. 


My calendar is a string of smiles. 

My mother is still alive for a while. 


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