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Standing On a Hill, Talking to Her Son

by Ariane Scott

Listen:
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.

06/02/2011

Posted on 06/03/2011
Copyright © 2025 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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