Diane passed away almost two weeks ago. She sometimes joined our Tuesday Poets' gathering. Here is one of her poems:
If God Were a Black Girl
by Diane Lewis
If God were found to be a Black girl
it would certainly explain a lot:
how every summer
accurate as the timing of a Swiss watch
comes a storm
the mystery of the aurora borealis
the joy of seeing the world through the eyes of a child
why a saxophone pressed to the lips of Coltrane
would evoke such deep emotion
the color orange
the Blues
the leaping dance of flames
how we know the sun is brilliant
though we cannot look at it directly
the miracle of the clematis
in a forsaken garden;
the morphology of butterflies;
the covenant of rainbows
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