Florence has warm blood
and cowrie teeth that seldom clatter,
even in the chilled, fluttering dance of July rain.
She’s an element of Shiloh
in weeping quest of a promising Samuel,
and for this,
walks through long and clammy paths in July rain.
July, a month of sacred yams,
......
A smug poet in a sweater,
holding carefully marked books,
reads his poems quite slowly
and adds animated looks.
While white haired old ladies
and sophisticated old men,
sit in hard metal chairs
and listen intently to him.
......
Florence has warm blood
and cowrie teeth that seldom clatter,
even in the chilled, fluttering dance of July rain.
She’s an element of Shiloh
in weeping quest of a promising Samuel,
and for this,
walks through long and clammy paths in July rain.
July, a month of sacred yams,
......
A smug poet in a sweater,
holding carefully marked books,
reads his poems quite slowly
and adds animated looks.
While white haired old ladies
and sophisticated old men,
sit in hard metal chairs
and listen intently to him.
......