the whole month
even if it is the shortest month
a good time in this prison life
you stare at me
and ask me why I think
February is so damned fine
I take a breath
prisoners fight for February
African voices cross razor wire
cut through the flim-flam
of Amerikkan history
call its cruelties out
confirm the genius of survival
creation and
plain ole enduring
a celebration!
***
the woman drops her gaze
looks away and wishes
she had not asked
confused that white skin did not guarantee
a conversation she wanted to have
she hasn't spoken to me since
I think I'll try to stand
in line with her
again
March 1998
Published in Sojourner
Marilyn Buck in San Francisco, 1971 (photo: Jeff Blankfort)