Prelude
Kwame Dawes
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Andre, what have you given me
with these scattered ashes
that fall lightly on my shoulders?
I am afraid to look into these eyes,
I want the boy to pull his hood closer
so that I do not have to answer
the stoning of questions that have
no answers. You have given
me light and color, the pulse



