A Poem For Monday


“Old Black Lady Next Door, Walking” by Wanda Coleman (1946-2013):

she walks walking
all thru life
restless like her people
waiting to see
what happens
knowing it will never happen
until after she’s dead

old lady
there are so many things
i want to ask you
but I have no voice

she walks walking
up and down the sidewalk
nylons knotted below her knees

at times my loneliness hers

she is the me
i meet in nightmares

(From Heavy Daughter Blues: Poems and Stories, 1968-1986 by Wanda Coleman © 1987 by Wanda Coleman. Reprinted by kind permission of Black Sparrow Books and David R. Godine, Inc. Photo by Deb Stgo)