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The Poet In Love
I
is speechless.
II
writes letters about
letters:
"If you take these clumsy 26,
sail them across the empty page to dance,
each word, each stress and counter-
stroke would bear your name"
-- then slides it under a door
unsigned
and quickly runs away.
III
sings in showers, in the streets,
brings back tunes from the Great American Songbook:
Thou Swell, All the Things
You Are, Ain't No Mountain High Enough
Since I Fell for You.
Whispers This Old Heart of Mine
or I'm a Fool to Love You
to fear-filled passing strangers,
to one-man
standing ovation.
REGINALD HARRIS is Information Technology Training Manager for the Enoch Pratt Library in Baltimore, Maryland. A member of the Cave Canem: African-American Poetry Workshop/Retreat family, his work has appeared in a variety of publications including African-American Review, Harvard Gay and Lesbian Review, Obsidian II and in the Men on Men 7 and His3 anthologies.
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