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    BLUES, JAZZ, HUNGER FOR PIZZA

    As a man
    I’ve traveled in the wilderness of mosses
    I wrestled as Jacob
    Job is the architect of my story

    A sleepy low saxophone plays
    Slap bass and snare
    Cigarette smoke swirls heavy in a basement that’s jammed
    Hand painted murals
    Mostly horses
    Cinderblock walls
    Female
    Slightly bucktooth brunet serves alcohol with balls
    Big boned, pretty face, tall
    I’m white, seven and hungry for pizza
    But I remember her smile
    And the colored folk as they were then called
    Still grooving mainly in the cities
    Some came way out to the cool rural areas
    To dance to the blues and jazz of the sixties and fifties
    I’m seven, white and curious
    With my mom and dad
    I remember the movement
    I will always remember the movement
    The sway in the smoky swirl
    The serious chin
    Hands to the side or waved above our heads
    The movement was forbidden by bigots and haters
    I’m white, seven and sucked in
    That night I forgot about the hunger for pizza
    No knowledge of racism
    I would never forget the hunger for the dance

    RDS
    THE SECOND

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    I wish I could give this many more Likes, the second. You've given us a concise, richly remembered slice of insight that skilfully blends narrative with poetic flow. You are a magician with words, the second, and second to none.

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    • The second
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      I wish I could Thank you and RLW as much as you deserve

  • #3
    What Grant said - ditto TS. Awesome write.

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    • #4
      I am hit and miss reading poems by perusing the titles. This one here surprised me. I love surprises!
      - I'm white seven and hungry for pizza
      - that night I forgot about the hunger for pizza

      you created a world I have entered.

      -a sleepy low saxophone plays.
      Readers . Say this line ^ aloud a few times!!
      i just did and the smile and sigh I have will last all day !

      The second Thank you, The flower

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      • The second
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        From now on I will call you the flower, water you with words to keep all nourished Thank You

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        i will look to the growth that i know this will bring- a wellspring from depths of creation. with immense gratitude, The flower

    • #5
      Many likes TS. For a while I was in a different world.

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      • The second
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        And many Thanks back Alex DL
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