Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

And if I

the blossoming flamingos of my
if I ever let love go
if I ever let love go
because the hatred and the whisperings
because the hatred and the whisperings
become a phantom dictate I o-
become a phantom dictate I o-
bey in lieu of impulse and realities
bey in lieu of impulse and realities
the blossoming flamingos of my
the blossoming flamingos of my
wild mimosa trees —June Jordan
wild mimosa trees
—June Jordan

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