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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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I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear That wind or fowl would take the grain away. A BLACK MAN TALKS OF REAPING by Arna Bontemps.
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