Past Songs Poem by Romella Kitchens

Past Songs



Blues came, the color of Cornflowers of Irises on a blue Midnight..

Blues came bringing the past with them.
There can be no time worse than when you see
your past through the blues...
All those fathers and mothers and different homes and hopes strumming on the old guitar.

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Romella Kitchens

Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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