Parading

or a morning fresh like a rhythm guitar

like how some poem when you read it first
calling in sun is shining with a fat bass
calling in sun is shining with a fat bass
humming righteousness to the soul
humming righteousness to the soul
like how some poem when you read it first
like how some poem when you read it first
leave you with salt in your mouth,
leave you with salt in your mouth,
frighten you how things ease back. —Kwame Dawes
frighten you how things ease back.
—Kwame Dawes

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