I know how they lived; how they mulled it,
baked it, took it for communion

 

he wouldn’t sell his soul to pay tuition,
instead he was a poet on a mission

but regardless of how the Dowds have gone
none imagined being twice bereft,

The hearts in his cafe were mostly warm,
but had to speak to make it evident

the only other A student who hated
the pat refrain diplomacy created
was my rival Chaka Washington.

ROCKVILLE,    Md.,    Oct.    23-5:45    A.M.
A    thirteen-year-old    at    883    Post    Oak    Road
(who    wishes    to    remain    anonymous)    began