the healer

the rays dance around her head

like a thousand halos disguised as dime store jewelry.

she moves mountains with a wink

and lays plans that no man can put asunder.

the hustlers from 110th throw roses and sing songs

as she glides by.

elbow elbow wrist wrist.

royalty in robes of black satin

with a midas logo to let you know she’s deep.

as the ocean fills up again

with life and liquid dreams,

it is her you have to thank.

she has put hope back into the heart of man

with a song that they can’t understand.

but it makes them dance

and sing in the rain.

it cures their ills

and heals their pain.

legs that stretch

there and back again

she walks the walk

and heals the lame.

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