samuel comes home
with thelonius pulling the wagon
amos returns with samuel
the arduous journey from the mountain
to denver and back near two hundred miles
over samuel is withdrawn the church
his church neglected for two years incomplete
unroofed open framework weathered
boards warping grayed by two colorado winters
~
prison there is little to say two words
should suffice negro injustice
~
he begins where he left it mostly alone
when he needs help he asks
there are others each with a task
it is a community a growing community
~
zoey will two words suffice two years
without her man two years
in her caravan alone two years without
samuel's love
~
amos is exhausted hattie nurses him
as best she can age has played its relentlessness
upon the both of them it tells
the cold hurts more works its way into their bones
no number of quilts no proximity of body
can match the insidiousness of age
~
which means nothing amos and thelonius
make their way up the mountain
as they have done since the war ended since
they and the others samuel and zoey
and the little ones moved west amos relying
upon thelonius' steady gait
make their way up the mountain to tend the flock
while samuel builds the church
in which he will pastor tending the flock
if the spirit is still within
~
as zoey tends to samuel as hattie tends to amos
that is way of love
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2023-11-15 at 14:41
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