When a Poet Dies
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What do you do when a poet dies?
When Maya died Oh how I cried.
Who will give us the words from the other side.
A poet, a scribe, a teacher, a preacher, a...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
the po~et 7 (glowing in the dark)
The end of summer storms brought a strong wind and disabled the power and darkness covered all around. The town completely shut down which meant classes would be cancelled. He immediately regretted not being able to see her. Sometimes he would look at her name written by his own hand in his grade book--Jacquelyn Brooks. It tasted sweet on his palate.
He lit candles and gathered his flash lights. As he sat under the glow of the candles, they flickered her image on to the walls and when he closed his eyes into his bed.
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