I am black poem by steven james humphreys
Haiku, Spiritual

I am black

I am black through graveyard grasses sound tapping on grave stone markers

sneakered feet never touch ground wailing cold wind whispers my name

owls hoot beautiful golden glowing eyes perch above below in the night I run.

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