This came a bit out of nowhere.
In memory of Maya Angelou,
Whom no poem could do justice.
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I like to imagine
Her spirit ascending
The names and the faces
She gathered together
To make of herself
Something new, something better
All falling, all falling
Around her like glitter.
She’s singing and swinging,
She’s switching and bitching
Her traveling shoes
She won’t need, so she leaves them.
Her womanly heart,
Well it never stopped beating;
It just left behind
What it no longer needed.
The cage door is wide,
She still sings as she flies:
She’ll rise, she’ll rise, she’ll rise.
Tom Juniper Poetry 