Lynn Rowe - Race Memories

By daylight,
we reconcile the numbers,
or smelling of grease,
turn burgers
in the early afternoon,
Or peddle life insurance
in air conditioned spaces.

But at night,
our souls wander.
Deep woods summon us
forth from wooden houses.
We gather unashamed
and naked by open fires,
Beating drums and chanting-

We dream of stone gods.

Lynn Rowe

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