there is a woman

with a mountain of stones

she didn't

throw,

everyday, one two

five were placed

gently, bitter-

ness, she learned to lay away,

nurse & night

& toil,

she gave them

rest on the steep

the race trouble

supermarkets

& landlords have

incline near

the door.

lately though

i hear

reports of

broken glass.

- Mariah Britton Howard