These DaysI first read this poem while riding an AC Transit bus between Oakland and Berkeley. I loved the fact that, in between the ads for pregnancy clinics and performance arts groups, there were words I could obsess on. My goal as an intellectual is to follow this advice. I still have a long way to go.
whatever you have to say, leave
the roots on, let them
dangle
And the dirt
Just to make clear
where they came from
Roots
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It Begins
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