Harlem Renaissance

haiku; on the white an up and down of black glides making a string of N the poem: he passes me a poem a love song by Langston Hughes and in black, the gist of our emotions so dexteriously woven over a glossy page snow white, the sheen of a riveting jazz filtering from a luminuous Harlem club on to a young heart so entertwined in romance, all it takes is a pair of warm and reassuring hands to make this outing at Harlem a night to cherish and remember, this cold autumn night where a black boy too saunters by and lavishes us with a scintillating syncopated jazz matchings all his own....Obama make a difference, make a difference to this great American land