I once photographed Coleman Young,
twenty years the mayor – he made swearing an art form,
talked in similes, said,
Racism is like high blood pressure,the person who has it doesn’t know he has ituntil he drops over with a goddamned stroke.
It was the day my husband moved out
and took his power tools with him.
That night a friend offered distraction,
two tickets to Kool and The Gang.
What have the suburbs to offer me now?
The city feels comfortable in my hand
like a found rock.
Coleman said, Courage is one step ahead of fear.
I think of the sound of factories in the voice
of an old boyfriend from The Cass Corridor –
cocoon of his attic bedroom, mattress on the floor,
candle light and books in that long season of snow
shining in the window – Coleman's city –
Canada faultless in the glass towers along the river.
Come on – celebrate good times…
The word Renaissance is painted across this city’s
solid surface. The flourish hides its wounds.