Fan her dreams as gnats dance
like shadows igniting waves of
despair matching Memphis dust
bowls of heat.
Struggle the bus line to Valdosta
seeking venues and board.
Tell your tales in the sweating
Belt the bayou rhythms, swaying
swamp lullabies as babies cry
colic and sweating Mama's breast
Ray don't you weep, sang Mamie-
Henry pick your banjo
Proud Mary, come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem