The Art of Shooting in the Dark by Denice Frohmanafter Pedro PietriWe were nocturnal players,Bats in ball, & ever since Don Pedro saidThere are Puerto Ricans on the moonThe night is my cousin & the clustered starsMy cousin & Saturn’s little ring of smoke...
Coming in from London, from over the poleFlyin’ in a big airlinerChickens flyin’ everywhere around the planeCould we ever feel much finer? Comin’ into Los AngelesBringin’ in a couple of keysDon’t touch my bags if you please, mister...
At the Spring Dawn by Angelina Weld Grimké I watched the dawn come, Watched the spring dawn come.And the red sun shouldered his way up Through the grey, through the blue,Through the lilac mists.The quiet of it! The goodness of it! And one bird awoke, sang,...
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