Langston Hughes
He sang the blues
I drove down that street today
The one where the canopy of trees
Your voice like a blessing
Cast over me in my sleep
History has proven
That eventually
We are the shadows
That haunt the finite day
And the song on the radio played –
Fear is the heart of love…
Beware the man of shadow
In crowds or empty streets
Someone once proposed
That YOU are merely, spectacularly
That groove within the moment
It says, “You are here.”
Entering through the south door