I feel the blood of Black women,

Native American, Cornish women

Rush through my veins,

Coming out my pen

In their words.

I hear their ancient cries go through me:

"Deep calls to deep"

And I am part of the river.

Yoda ... ? I hear you in all this.

Ah.

Wisdom knows no sex nor age.

Perhaps ... learn I a little?

--fleur   26.v.80