NATURE Poem: American Man, by Jessica Lis

If you were a man of god,
I’d be an angel.

But you are not, you’re the
tiger with its teeth beaten, but not the buffalo.
the time of the morning before the rooster crows
And the steel fence to keep the deer out in the winter
But not the pasture, nor martyr for March equinox
You are the deck of cards living in my mother’s purse for the past 5 years,
but not the ace of spades nor the black jack.
You are the musk salt air before a storm on the east coast
but not the cool pool of water, still below mountains.
You are the Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, baker’s man
But not the pocketful o’ posies.

You are not a man of god, but I am an angel.
You are the tiger with its teeth beaten, I am a buffalo
the time of the morning before the rooster crows
And the steel fence to keep the deer out in the winter
I am a pasture, and a martyr for March equinox
You are the deck of cards living in my mother’s purse for the past 5 years,
I am the ace of spades and the black jack.
You are the musk salt air before a storm on the east coast
I am a cool pool of water, still below mountains.

You are the Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man
I am a pocketful o’ posies. The American Dream.

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