Lady Soul
it is
the
stuff of
poetic
lore
a
piece
of
theatre
when
an
orchestra
wells
&
Lady
Soul
emerges
into
a
spotlight
radiant
red
lips
eyes
bright
beehive
brocade
dress
poised
aplomb
in a
in a
floor
length
mink
when
she
inhaled &
began
to sing
naturally
&
triumphant
she took
us
all to church
***
She was a triumph, a fierce activist, a
woman of conviction and love and courage, with a voice that shaped us all.
Aretha, we love you always.
Rest in power.
In propinquity,
Nic
