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You send me
Yes
Your poetry sends me
You all really do
From warm fields of grain
Waving languidly in Southern suns of yesterday
as you watched the world
sipping on Aunt Mae's homemade ice tea
and leaving no crumbs from her flakey hot buttery biscuits
on any part of the old wrap around wooden porch
Opening my eyes again
your poems send me to overcrowded tenements
and overcrowded
underfunded schools in the north
graduates
in lock step with diplomas for janitorial careers
and housekeeping mastery
streets
with black berets and bullets
bodegas
with 10 cent ices for the children
while daddy shoots dice on the corner
with the dollar beers slowly consumed
and the eviction notices nailed like the crucifix on the apartment door
I'm really gone, man
that poem sent me floating to your clouds of black love
surrounding me
touching me in parts that you expertly flow in haiku
or rhyme like Smokey
no miracles needed
your pens got this
and I climax on my notepad
every time I get notified
that you have created another poem for me to sweat and squirm
makin’ me holla
from the halls of my apartment floor to the shores of my basement laundry room
So I watch
like my kids on Christmas morning
waiting for the next poem
to be sent to places I didn't buy no ticket for
just clicked on your link
and there it was
your poems
wrapped up under this poetry vibe tree
buckling my seat belt
not concerned about the speed limit
Just wanting you to take me away
anywhere
for just a few minutes
a few nouns
verbs
adjectives
to anywhere
your vibes send me
