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Thu, 24.09.2009

LATE-WINTER BLUES AND PROMISES OF LOVE by Houston A. Baker Jr.

The promises of a thousand suns,
Printless ground, swirling flakes against the sky.
Morning in the heart of this surprised city,
Laid siege by a March storm,
Found me listening to out-of-tuned guitars;
Slack strumming of black boys
With trains and big-legged women in their voice.
My mind caught in sound and light of winter,
Turned gymnast,
Vaulted somber years to youth..
Closed doors and “WHITE ONLY” sins of Louisville
Changed the sun’s birth to sounds of loss.
A loving absence,
Lyrical savior who took the midnight special and left us.
Highballed it home to heaven.
In the heart

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