A Poem by Wanda Colman (1946-2013)

 

FEBRUARY 11th, 1990

                          —for Dennis Brutus

This year the leaves turn red green black

freedom colors each leaf

each stitch of grass. I am amazed

at my sweet harvest. The prison door has opened

and a nation’s heart is released. I am full

having spent my greediness in a ritual of joy.

photo: Rod Bradley