Lucille Clifton

Sorry to not have written in days. Not sure why I didn't. I've got to keep at this, daily.

In my absentia, the poet Lucille Clifton passed away. I've talked about a few of her poems in the past. For this memorial, I'm going to return to her rendition of homage to my hips. The pride in her voice is for her womanhood, true, but couldn't it also be for the art of poetry, for this poem, future poems, all poems.

Let's say it is and toast these last few days to Lucille Clifton - pure poet.