Lee Ann Brown Biography

The child asks, bringing it to me in handfuls.
We stop at the Walt Whitman Service Area—
No sign of Him save some 'Democratic Vistas'
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Sheaves of wheat in cement relief
Supply the beauties of Archer Ave.
Past the scaffolded brick church spire
We turn on the vacant corner lot
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Come on, you who remembers your dreams
who acts upon them in this world
Come you who I often and silently call
so that I may be with you
Come and sustain me
and I will sustain you
with what sustenance I have
with the curls of revolutionary quiet
with lovely baroque convolutions of thought
Come make with me a baby
of both of us
A new and separate being
with brothers & sisters
born & unborn
Who we will meet and recognize
as time progresses
we know not
How
Yet
isn't that the
Beauty of it
late into the nights
early in the Day
sleeping and waking
when apart not separate
for the distant vibrational hum
if I listen under the earth
lets me listen to myself
The Full Register
of the Earth
and
all Musics of the Spheres
the waters
we have within each other
and all around
the very air
Share our perceptions
Respect our quiets
Heal our hurts
throats and necks
backs and hearts
Protect to Open
Make a new life
For those around us fully
and for those
To come

To come
To
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So much on your plate
No love in vain
But then I dwell on it
Things change
It's come after me, you
Then 'THAT'S ALL FOLKS!'
The best emotional mess of me space
now
Hard to open up again
Handling instructions
Some people never do
Where it touches itself
Embarrassed by human tears
Still here at a playful distance
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Disgorged palm trees
drink Tijuana leather
juice cross tiger lily frets
of set tequila gradients
Slap all out - your name here
tweaked & tender again
adopt-a-wreck
enter wrong way
Happy to walk the tracks
just like a telecaster
in her own little burb
she faxes so lightly
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