Thanks to
Joan Szymko, I have my very own poetry post. Thanks to Ethan Smith it is rooted in place in my parking strip on 6oth Ave. South between Cooper and Norfolk in Seattle. Below is its inaugural poem.
Ballad of the Morning Streets
Amiri Baraka
The magic of the day is the morning
I want to say the day is morning high
and sweet, good
morning.
The ballad of the morning streets, sweet
voices turns
of cool warm weather
high around the early windows grey to blue
and down again amongst the kids and
broken signs, is pure love magic, sweet day
come into me, let me live with you
and dig your blazing
