A black man, from Oklahoma,
Married moisture.
Her name was Ruth.
Whenever he talked a stone
Cracked for water,
But not for doom.
Over the years she has become
Sweeter, listening
Like a horned toad;
At nights,
Wearing only her own
Horned toad clothes —
But breathing
As stong as they fit her.
It has been years...
Love and exposure have become poem.