Wednesday 9/12/01
From the Academy of American Poets Archives. This poem is part of "September Suite" by Lucille Clifton, 2001.
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both nonwhite and woman
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there is a field
and a procession of women
clean as good children
no hollow in the world
surrounded by dogs
no fur clumped bloody
on the ground
only a lovely time
of honest women stepping
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what if,
then,
entering my room,
brushing against the shadows,
lapping them into rust,
her soft paw extended,
she had called me out?
what if,
then,
i had reared up baying,
and followed her off
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