Awaking

Awaking is moving away from bliss,from sleeping on dreams of not awaking.City drags itself awake on subways,an old black poet’s poetry awaking.

Here are no subways to awake a sun, just cattle filled roads swishing tails,late night drivers bleary with sleep,an old brown poet’s poem awaking.

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