AfroPoets Famous Writers
3.00 a.m. (for David)
Two black boots,
on the floor,
figuring out what the walking's for.
Two black boots,
now, together,
learning the price of the stormy weather.
To say nothing of the wear and tear
on
the mother-fucking
leather.
Written by James Baldwin (1924-1987)
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