Poetry of Issue #7 Page 4
BALDWIN
The day beginning its turn to night
The city gearing up for mayhem
The books building their beds
The country awash in colors it fears
The man, waiting, holding a woman’s coat
The birds swooping down for the jazz
BALDWIN
The day beginning its turn to night
The city gearing up for mayhem
The books building their beds
The country awash in colors it fears
The man, waiting, holding a woman’s coat
The birds swooping down for the jazz