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Thu, 24.09.2009

MAN WHITE, BROWN GIRL AND ALL THAT JAZZ by Gloria C. Oden.

It is essential I remember
ours was a fair exchange.
We were a happy consequence
to paths of darkness
in a world
no less terrible or strange
for all our years of toiling
through it.

I valued you for what I took.
That burning in you bright
illuminated our collision;
your phosphorescence still
must be reckoned with
when night
heretic with your memory
trespasses.

God knows we were; though such love
did not a kingdom come to us,
each other’s wood of destiny has lit.
You found your clearing; I fathom mine.
We have had the best of it…

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