" BLACK AUGUST" Written by Cecil Smead

BLACK AUGUST

It seems like August always winks out at just the wrong time
Birds and dreams splashing the slate clean with impunity
Every third August we're tricked
Into thinking we'll be combed with grace
But, the sun hits your face
and makes you think of sleek dances on dark Harlem streets
And you'll smile just long enought to make it feel right.

Written by Cecil Smead
Posted on 03-07-13