Jason Isbel said it
He said it on TV
“On a mother’s hip” he drawled
I remembered what that meant to me
The first time I ever saw it
On the streets of Saigon
Not far from the vestige of the lake
That was there when the rains were on
There ad infinitum
Or so to me it seemed
For days and weeks and then some
Until it dried away
And the nasty creatures in it
Had had burrowed in the clay
Of the bottom of that field
That field that was a flood
Sometimes never always
The creatures in the mud
But the hip was ahead
And so may be dead
In Saigon that dread
Of the creatures in the mud
Didn’t stop me
From walking
Ahead
She was really young
Hard to say exactly
The child clung to her hip
I thought about abstractly
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