Monday, April 11, 2005

from my brooklyn window

shadows of stars
building tops
bright lights atop
empire state building
red
white
blue
black night
gray mornings
dawn
pigeons aflight
dreams become mist
and the day pulls
long like the tides
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2 comments:

Eliel Lucero said...

It's things like that dear, words that create a smile in the midst of a really shitty day, things that lift me, that make me Love Poetry, and people like you who can use it to move bolders.

Thank You Hip Hop.
See you tonight?!?

12:43 PM
Mahogany L. Browne said...

awww eliel!
im glad you liked it - -and im even happier it made you feel betta... salsa anyone?! see ya at 13! even if i hop in for a second LOL

12:53 PM

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