Poem of contact
E. Fleischman
You are a person i want to support on my shoulder when you
shake your fist when you throw a stone when the metal
claw of law snaps a bruise on your wrist when our bodies
are robbed into paper jails then
i want to hold you up for volume for voice to amplify earth
You are a person i want to twirl across my torso in the fire light
when the drums rolls when the flickering enlivens our magic
when conjoining crowd mind shows all that we know then
i want to feel the velocity the arc of your body and mine among people
You are a person i want to allow to lift my body from earth
when the road ends when the path begins when the sky
clears when the dusty day calls morning evening
mountain abandon road gate open weed tree cactus out
