Image © 2022 Dawoud Bey
UNTITLED #1 (PICKET FENCE AND FARMHOUSE)
after Dawoud Bey
We stand square in its frame,
revealed and claimed.
On every side: our fathers, sisters,
our very mothers
doing what’s been done
to everyone.
It is a plot,
a garden lot.
Row upon row,
we are what grows
through storm,
past fruit, seed, wind, bird.
Grief, strife: all endures.
The crop of us blown farther
than our known roots
and our knowing better.
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Tracy K. Smith is a featured participant in the 2022 PEN World Voices Festival event “Ghostwriting: When Ancestors Speak.” For more information about the festival, which takes place May 11-14 in New York and Los Angeles, please visit worldvoices.pen.org.
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Copyright © 2022 by Tracy K. Smith.
