Red River+for Jacky+Swim well across the Rubicon,+sun your soft body dry.+At the bank I’ll wait in chiffon,+as winter fires die.+ Come kiss the moss my own thumbs fed,+until you grow your own.+Douse our greatness in Chinese red,+walk my hand through brownstone.+ Near you I wax and I mosey,+brave enough to read a bookshop,+hungry to bite a pepper tree,+a maven in your shop.+ I refuse to be a bitter black pawn+like Hadley’s Hemingway,+boil the ocean with her skin on!+Give us a little day.+ That I give you my permission+to tarry, tarry all+tomorrow's as if time were sin.+Unfinished woman, small.+
