On Finding a Field

I’ve been looking for you so long
I need you so  so
soso so     much    &
it snowed my woes
check my shoes my purple hands
I’ve been looking for you
Can I plant my heart somewhere
in your mud? May I lay down a while
under the magnolia in your middle?
Can I dig you up?

I’ve carried these grandmothers
and uncles for 28 years    my skin
wrapped stones   in my turning over head

&
I need to put them down

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