The Air Around You, A Poem.
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Retired NYC High School History Teacher from Washington Heights.I taught at G.W. H.S.( alumnus 1977), A. P. Randolph, MLK, Joan of Arc( Ms. Garrett, principal) and Wadleigh. Love jazz, r&b, Johnny Cash, Gil Scott Heron, Rubby Perez, Omega el fuerte and Frank Sinatra. View more posts
The Sun In Front Of You. As we walked back from the stream, the sun caused shadows to be. They hit you sideways thereabouts and an aura that you couldn’t see but it made me wonder what my aura was about. I couldn’t see for myself but it wasn’t such a big thing. The sun shone in your hair and I wanted you to know that you are truly blessed with an
aura that impressed me to no end but what I really want from you is just a new start, redo, if you will. The sun was out of place, as was I, the aura of your smiles stared at my face and I could not be myself no more unless you stay with me and help me finish the race.
As we walked out of the stream we held hands and laughed wow what a dream; then with a start from the honking of the cars, outside, I awake to find that it was just a wet dream and I don’t have a napkin to tidy so that 🧦 sock will do.
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