Listening


I went to Memphis
to hear what Beale Street
had to say.

It was not out of my way,
so I would stay, and listen
to that great talker,

and heard soul searching words
for the tempting brilliance
of Margaret Walker.

Then using music, not sugar or honey,
Beale Street attracted
the sweetness of Nikki Giovanni.

And to expand our poetic view,
we sat by a quiet stream,
listened to caged birds sing,
and dreamed of other things
by Maya Angelou.

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