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Thu, 24.09.2009

HAIKU by Lenard D. Moore

Sipping the new tea
his wrinkled face absorbs steam…
the smell of roses
Summer evening sun;
a row of tombs-their shadows
reaching the ditchbank
a black woman
breastfeeding her infant-
the autumn moon
Winter stillness-
old barn’s splintered remnants caught
in a crescent moon….

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When I pat this floor with my tap, when I slide on air and fill this horn intimate with the rhythm of my two drums. When I cross kick scissor... TAPPING (for Baby Laurence and other tap dancers) by Jayne Cortez.
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