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Poet of the Week: Robin Caudell

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Bass Line

Patrice

I know the rock
From which you were carved
The Archangel harping
‘Round your base

Fire in your obsidian eyes
Stoke a passion, a potential so
Magnificent I hold my breath
Fall through your eyes
To God, oh God, oh Lord Jesus

A dusk daughter
Knows a King’s son
Even when he thumps bass
Know by the curve of my back
The arch of my brow
My palms are as purple
I sit where clouds split
Carve my daughter from basalt
Eddy ‘round her base

Carthage Timbuktu Beale Street
Carthage Timbuktu Beale Street
Carthage Timbuktu Beale Street

I know rock
Waters

 

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