FROM THE BOB MOSES
POEMS
Walking the living room,
I know, I've been here before.
Walking the yard, watching
buds burst in dis-belief--
bonsai firs, collected
from the wild. But back
to Bob Moses. In 1976,
he returned to the States
after ten years in exile.
Work built around voting,
not sit-ins. Robert Parris
when his name set fires.
Jesus of the whole project.
The tree planted by water.
Your 8th grade algebra teacher.
Jim Bodeen
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