

How they let me imagine Africa-How they let me imagine Africa-How they let me imagine Africa
I saw a lion bellow yesterday, overseeing his family, lazily he stretched wide and flipped his tail.
Later I saw a scrappy hyena, scavenging for food; it pulled at a pile leftovers.
Today I saw a boy, hair a mess and clothes tattered, hand searching a dirty bag. His belly bulged from a hunger stretching to escape.
I called to calm him, then I fed him my arm. I lost my leg in the last village.


It Took the Fight Out of HimT H E boy arrived late at night. His mom pulled into the driveway. The boy grabbed his backpack, got out, and said goodbye. Then she left. The boy approached the basement door and slid it open without knocking. He closed it quickly to hold in the air. He didn't see his dad. The boy went upstairs. His dad turned off the TV and stood up. Ed, his dad said. Hey. They hugged each other. The boy's was stiff. You can pull out the hide-a-bed if you want, his dad said. The boy set down his bag and took off the couch cushionIt Took the Fight Out of Him


The MoveYoung with provisions A glass of sunlight And a platter of treesThe Move
Beating bullets And burning brush I explored the hills With both body and mind
Until my parents fell Then broke apart
My energy shifted To the cry, Pushing to stay Shouting to stop the plans
After that The candy store provided My comfort While my eye sought Its own comforts
And I was comfortable With where I was
I really appreciate it.
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Sax155
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