Poem: turning

 

 

Atlanta
one time
home to the Man
market
Stonewall
poked
Whitehall
prodded
Strange fruit
today
in the Forrest
mouth pried

no bright peachtrees
I walk Andrew Young International Blvd
peach
Ralph David Abernathy
a song
Boule vard
Xamona
goldred
Joe Lowery
King
dead these 50 years
by Lady
almost
civilized

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