Almost always hear a song in TN’s poems.
The voices of my roots are mellow
-sometimes shrill
I sense their reverberations in my bones,
a call for guidance,
whether or not
to grow up, up all around me,
crawl around my frame,
tiptoe across my neck
-squeeze.
Or to grow deep into the earth,
sturdy and confident,
grounded by the force of my love.
Do you hear that?
“Tell us where to go.”
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