A Small Moment
I walk into the bakery next door To my apartment. They are about To pull some sort of toast with cheese From the oven. When I ask: What’s that smell? I am being A poet, I am asking…
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I'm A Fool to Love You
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, Some type of supernatural creature. My mother would tell you, if she could, About her life with my father, A strange and sometimes cruel gentleman. She would tell you about the choices A young black woman faces.…
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The View from the Roof, Waverly Place
By accident, I gaze at These two young guys Standing on the roof across From my office window, a moment Otherwise theirs. They watch And listen to Sixth Avenue. They talk. They have time In their lives for a smoke. Then the one on the left loops…
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Nina’s Blues
Your body, hard vowels In a soft dress, is still. What you can’t know is that after you died All the black poets In New York City Took a deep breath, And breathed you out; Dark corners of small clubs, The silence you left twitching…
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