Morning poems
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Morning Coffee
© Alec Derwent Hope
Reading the menu at the morning service:
- Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum -
Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, nervous,
Glances around - Will she or won't she come?
It Rained The Day They Buried Tito Puente
© Emanuel Xavier
The next morning
I heard the crow crowing, Oye Como Va
his song was the sunlight in my universe
& I could feel Titos smile
shining down on me
For An Unknown Lady
© Dorothy Parker
Lady, if you'd slumber sound,
Keep your eyes upon the ground.
If you'd toss and turn at night,
Slip your glances left and right.
