All Of The Poems Have Already Been Written By Maya Angelou Poem by zmz gbzn

It is yet worth the effort
To put oneself forward in order
To put oneself in order. Be forward
Be playful, be brave.
Beware! There's a queue.
She has put it all down already only
To find it all rearranged:

Thoughts and feelings
Reeling in bright tongues
To feed their hunger,
So many stealthy chameleons
Swaying drunkenly overhead
Cold blood awakened in the hot sun
High in the baobab trees.

Pick up a lizard but mind the spines
As many as any book-mobile
Carries to rural children,
Stories of fond, bucolic memory,
On a sunny day
The smell of asphalt
And yellow asphodel.

She put herself forward, reached out,
Stretched for the warmth of the star.
Pushed through the earth.
Put herself forward.
Put it in order
For a time.