Zora Neale Hurston So Kawaii
Friday, December 13, 2013
Found Poem
She called in her soul to come and see.
The light in her hand was like a spark of sun-stuff washing her face in fire.
The pistol and rifle rang out almost together.
It was the meanest moment of eternity.
They sat in judgement.
It was a shame.
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