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.