What Shall I Say
Shall I say I have drifted in silence
with the leaves on this creek
or
I have lain in quiet solitude
with these bleached logs.
Shall I say I am the wind
and have seen the river
into which the creek flows
and the sea.
No,
simply this
and only this,
bottomland corn
a creek
and a young man throwing rocks
at leaves.
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david michael jackson circa 1970 I was 22