clicking poems: 'The Street Series I & II'
I lived on Louisa Street, a passing walk. I I was grown and reared if height is taller – I mean not notches cut on bark – I mean the canopy – wisdom I holler – I lived on Louisa Street, a passing walk. II The lawns were mowed with blades by barbers in martial arts on mats of moves, kicking out... Sign in to see full entry.