Someone who must’ve been a good friend called her a collector of men,
a way of saying he’s here in case she hadn’t noticed . . .
I consider her at least one root of the soul of her city.
I wake up mornings lately feeling how fortunate I am to be waking,
now I’m mourning the loss of her beautiful leg,
though I’ve never seen her legs, based on her smiling eyes I can guess . . .
All I want to say now is how lucky her men were and are to be collected
(17 April 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander