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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (May 27, 2016)
Commentary Street Roots • May 27-June 2, 2016 Song of May Wings On hanging out betw een th e worlds... In the evening sky A cloud of music Opens to the sound of rain And the piano keys unlock Five tunes of desire: by jmccurdy All I know Is this There are moments Im sure Only my ancestors Can explain Moments When I am surrounded by Things and energies That aren’t supposed to exist Moments When I can feel The pull Of memories I didn’t make Moments Too powerful To resist And I gotta say Too private For my soul To tell my heart about If I could write One song Through the voice of another I would. If I could unclench The knuckled heart And surrender I would. If I could untouch Where I have touched And wounded I would. If I could silence All the instruments of pain I would. If I could unwrite Letters written in ruin Wry grins I have to say For sure and for certain I would. If I could again receive Your practice of compassion 111 never ru e th e day 1 le t th e fear of And th e quiet smile Your opinion of My crazy Go away Because that’s the day I learned how To let these moments Sustain me That lights up the clinic room Like the face of the mothering-moon I would. Instead, I wrap this poem wearily And give it wings To fly for all the others That have fallen to the ground. PHC N orthwest Limitations" 5312 NE 148th Ave. Portland, OR 97230 Free career training for persons w ith disabilities in janitorial a n d building m aintenance Requirements: • .............. ............. .. *• • .............. * • Documented proof of disability Proficiency in understanding and speaking &19 lkh Pass criminal background check Pass drug test • • Disabilities: Questions ? by Avendor by Robert Edwards Physical, mental health, intellectual, d evelopm ental, and learning Please Call: (503) 261-1266 or (800) 874-7917 email: careers@phcnw.com I saw the ghost of May hovering by the Jackberry tree he said they’ll love you they’ll want you, my son I saw Athena by a well I said my life’s a living heU she said you’ll get better your joy hasn’t even begun I saw a brunette in a plum dress in the parking lot of the stars she took my hand and placed it around her smooth white neck She said May is the song and the rain won’t be long so smile for the cameras and meet me on the deck I walked into the forest to think for a while and met a refugee from a faraway foreign land He was dressed in orange and green our conversation was serene around his neck was a transparent vial of sand So join me my friends at the public square downtown and we’ll drink with the goddess of May till her man comes around And celebrate with me friends we’ll fight to the bitter end swinging each other round our parents will love the sound.
