The Smoking Mirror
Poetry, Fiction, and whatever else comes to mind
Friday, September 7, 2012
I remember when my grandma listened
to me dance. She said it sounded like raindrops.
Snappin’ them fingers, thinkin’ nobody lookin’
invoked the rhythms of the water,
made present by the rhythm in the blood.
Denzel Xavier Scott
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