Two New Poems

                           The Owl and I
Once the half-ass cross got burned on our lawn, my mother lit out for the north to have me. My father was stationed in Gadsden, AlabamaPrior to World War II, commander of so-called Colored Troops, And he’d invited a few of his men into the house, you see, A radical thing back then and there in the heart of Jim-Crow Dixie.So my mo...