Treasure Island

Lucille Clifton

(June 27, 1936 - February 13, 2010 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Island Mary


after the all been done and i
one old creature carried on
another creature's back, i wonder
could i have fought these thing?
surrounded by no son of mine save
old men calling Mother like in the tale
the astrologer tell, i wonder
could i have walk away when voices
singing in my sleep? i one old woman.
always i seem to worrying now for
another young girl asleep
in the plain evening.
what song around her ear?
what star still choosing?

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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