I as sad to hear of Lucille Clifton's death. She wrote some fine poems.
"My Mama Moved Among the Days"
My Mama moved among the days
like a dreamwalker in a field;
seemed like what she touched was here
seemed like what touched her couldn't hold,
she got us almost through the high grass
then seemed like she turned around and ran
right back in
right back on in
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