Sometime to find a groove, a chute
a zone of conveyance, clairvoyance,
a conduit to the sky
for every womens' child.
From great distance looking like a red thread,
turns into the river mud under your feet.
Was your mother a great fillagre sail
extending blue and white-
A diamond from your left arm?
jms 2008
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