-for Nina Simone
The lures from the catfishers spin away on down the bank
where the waterlogged Carolina pines rot from the inside,
then the knife is brandished to keep us silent—
I once fell for an equal in rank.
Rather than admiring my words,
she wanted to pull me down river—
took a decade to get over,
now here I am on the Seine,
one heart attack after the break.
I smile like I mean it, it’s a new dawn, and Ms. Simone
who put a spell on me, her art,
her talent, her music always—
she left the US for Paris
to fight racists through song,
Nina is needed everywhere now.






