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Gather Apart
(from and to Maya Angelou)

Michael T. Smith

The loss of a first love is so painful
that it borders on the ludicrous.
His teeth had shone as white as promises,
but now only seem whitewashed.

The moth came to the light,
but the light ran away —
I would imagine to the church,
but only because its door is so large.

Mother said ‘take your time
to savor all its subtleties,”
underneath a stitched message that read
‘God bless this messy house.’

And though I was miserable in Soho,
the thought of someplace else frightened me.
I said still I would run away,
to be a hermit in another hovel,

But I was the product of a Hollywood upbringing
(and my own disillusionment).
I was a debutante to life at sixteen
But also – that was — to death.

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