Until Home

Tina Boyer Brown

          after Toni Morrison

They found me near a

fallen tree. Pennsylvania

woods delivered this African.

I put on a dress to show them how I acted —

all gold crowns and marigold songs like

no man dared tarnish me.

I wore sackcloth like they asked. Too

proud, too satisfied. Close

my eyes as I whisper his

song. A solar wind brushes my face.

The center spirals out and up.

Now a new covering grows like

first Sunday’s dawn — a

gold light, an opening door.

From Song of Solomon. “A Pennsylvania African. Acted like one too. Close his face up like a door.” Page 54.


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