These blooms
(after
David Budbill’s “Who I Love”)
the last, sad bloom of autumn, the
chrysanthemum…
These yellow blooms brought from village market, its
only, set in a barrel in trailer park by northern lake
only, set in a barrel in trailer park by northern lake
days here of cooper, the word, and Anna Julia Cooper,
Whom I love though in all her 105 years never knew,
whom I regard as blessed among us, among others, beloved:
Dorothy Day, Flora Tristan, Mary Oakes Davis, Helene Demuth,
Gwendolyn Brooks, Mary and Lizzie Burns, …
And Mary, Mother of God. All of them worthy of praise
in these last days of autumn when the colors of change console us
And the voices of brave women remind us to never, never give up,
never believe that our demand to bloom in truth and justice
Will be silenced in a winter of despair.
Sylvia Manning
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