Friday, September 25, 2015

Poem: turning

 
 
Atlanta

one time

home to the Man

market

Stonewall

poked

Whitehall

prodded

Strange fruit



today

in the Forrest

mouth pried


no bright peachtrees

I walk Andrew Young International Blvd

peach

Ralph David Abernathy


a song

Boule vard

Xamona


goldred

Joe Lowery


King

dead these 50 years


by Lady


almost

civilized


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