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black water reach
I want to say something to you
by this creek's cold water
wearin' my church day clothes
hopin' my poverty is a window
and my hunger is the same as yours.
I'll tell the God's truth,
I think you're beautiful
as the flowers are I've seen
deep in the grey-green swamp
the kind frogs spring from.
We ain't much, my kin and all.
We ain't taught, been much further
than the reach of this place
where the waters bubble
and fish leap into bird's mouths.
But we understand the moon's shine,
we know lullabies when we hear em.
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We ken Moses was a baby
before he was a man.
You're dressed for walkin' a Sunday.
Those two little-uns look so pretty
so warm and cranberry brown.
Until I spoke in, ya'll were laughin'
your mouths were open and glad.
You're wonderin' at my harlot's hair let down,
my fat baby Rosie sunnin' by my feet.
Honest is, I knew this is where you'd walk,
hoped you stop and spell a bit.
We could look at pictures in my Bible,
see if they're different from yours.
I'm lonely and haven't a shame to say so.
I'd like a friend who loves to sing.
I've heard you, down a ways and hidden.
Songs I've never heard before,
poems I was hopin' you'd teach me.
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