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Why I Cannot Take A Lover, 1975
The Washington Writer's Publishing House
The grave is untendedI did not see your soundGoneBounced off the houseAcross the roadWhere I now liveRadios still playWhile you sleepDid you knowOld loversCall me Ma'amAt nightI lean into my handFlesh microphoneLeaning inWhisperingGood NightGood NightTo each of youThe baby I'll never holdThe father in his groundTo each of youSilence carriesSettles its landQuiet snow Falls from my heart Covering the sky.