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Standing On a Hill, Talking to Her Son

by Ariane Scott

Learning myself inside your smile
refined my love,
my sense of flesh,
rectified my past and my present
is forever you,
a fire on my hands.

Now roll down this hill
with thrashing arms
and seeing eyes and when you rise
do it again, do it again,

Do it again.


Posted on 06/03/2011
Copyright © 2021 Ariane Scott

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Aaron Blair on 06/03/11 at 11:53 AM

Again, beautiful.

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 06/09/11 at 09:36 PM

Joy, pride, love this. smh

Posted by Mo Couts on 08/06/11 at 01:20 AM

In a nutshell? Wonderful.

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