Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

what i was before time began

this morning my heart wishes to emerge
from my red door
having my feet
find a cobblestone street
in London

on another day it would be old Bombay
or the day
i waved goodbye
to Powhatan

my mind has remembered
what i was before time began

mistress of her own molecules

now my soul is insistent
upon traveling backward

*For John Burroughs, peace to you, old friend.

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