I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Urban poetry



Nothing funny or quirky about this, but I do love the lamplight, and the shape of the tree against the windows.

It reminds me of this Langston Hughes lyric.

     Rest at pale evening...
     A tall, slim tree...
     Night coming tenderly
     Black like me.

1 comment:

Elisa said...

Beautiful poem and image. Made for each other.

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