i am riding lapson my bicyclea bright saturday morningjust a few days before halloween i turn onto cemetery hilland see an older black manpausing beside his trucksmiling widely at me “jealous of you” he saysas i am passingwithout looking backi say “it’s nice!” over my shoulderi hear “i know it is”joy in his drawl we … Continue reading Poem: cemetery hill (joy in black & white)