Sunday Poem. Hag Riding.

By Lucille Clifton. http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/79

why
is what i ask myself
maybe it is the afrikan in me
still trying to get home
after all these years
but when I wake to the heat of morning
galloping down the highway of my life
something hopeful rises in me
rises and runs me out into the road
and i lob my fierce thigh high
over the rump of the day and honey
i ride i ride.

From: Blessing The Boats by Lucille Clifton.

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