A Form Of Women

I have come far enoughfrom where I was not beforeto have seen the thingslooking in at me from through the open doorand have walked tonightby myselfto see the moonlightand see it as treesand shapes more fearfulbecause I fearedwhat I did not knowbut have wanted to know.My facd is my own, I thought.But you have seen itturn into a thousand years.I watched you cry.I could not touch you.I wanted very

America

America, you ode for reality!Give back the people you took.Let the sun shine againon the four corners of the worldyou thought of first but do notown, or keep like a convenience.People are your own word, youinvented that locus and term.Here, you said and say, iswhere we are. Give backwhat we are, these people you made,us, and nowhere but you to be.