Poetry commotion
engulfed in devotion
Thought slowing motion
Action the potion
Painting on dival
letters to the law
A yellow hatter calls
intoxication mauls
A plan unveils John Rawls-
the cherries in the drawers
not in fame but down the halls
To worldwide clarion calls
Not seen but heard in thrall
Whisper Jamaican falls
bat rests in shade of Fall
Trinidadian boring gone
"Don't be scary" of me song
when will you bowl your ball?
you've been running oh so long
here to Cal to Kol
Gardens light we built so tall
unorthodox forward fall
between each leg the wall
willow firm yet sweet in stall
Stands fiending silent awe
feeding not the weeds
but giving to the street
returning home with broken feet
the apple dropped beside the cleats
remaining in the ring,
As the ropes are meant to wring
the Freedom as you sing
so hit a four or hit a six
cross the boundary with a skip
so the kingdom that you rule,
as wise man preaches fool,
remains hidden from their view
known only to the two
You and You
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