for Leslie
It was a ragged crew, just like you’d said—
some hippies, gents and ladies, little kids.
On stage, our landlord fiddled in his red
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for Marie Howe The way you’ll say something in a dream to awaken from it, only enlarges the emblem it poured in with. Already have an account? Log in Join […]
I’m Not Black but I Dreamed This Poem
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