Two Visit

Rowena come like thy kingdom
after long wait, after fasting and prayers

someone who knows my language,
knows people, things I know
persons, things, precious to me, important to me

without whom, without which,
I am, she is unable to live

for too long, in and out of my life,
persons who didn’t, who couldn’t
give a damn about Einstein or Picasso,
Stiglitz, Bergman or Stravinsky

women satisfied to be born again
coupled with babies out of wedlock

Rowena, native of my city, woman of my race,
I could run with, laugh with, talk with

walk with in Central Park, along Les Champs-Elysées
or in Boire de Bologna

with her, visit Jardin du Luxembourg or Eden


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2006
6:13 a.m. 31/may/06