who am i * by Autumn Stiles
Who am I?
a falling vermilion leaf
in the gold gash of late
October dusk,
trembling with delight in the
snap and sigh,
of cool crisp
winds soaked in
pine,
Who am I?
Black coffee,
bitter and earthy, comforting
creator of conversation,
perfect after a meal.
Who am I?
Twirling, dancing, prancing, gypsy, whirling, curling
in a flapper fringed dress guzzling
smoldering jazz and icy gin
nike high tops tap, tap, tap
their toes to classical, hiphop, reggae, the blues, wait,
What am I? Who am I?
I am a musician, music knows no race.
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(c) Autumn Stiles
From the Denison University production
of I, Too, Sing America! (c) Dale Shields
