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A part of Jug Holding.

Cradling Indigo

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier30 Jan 2014

Sunday,
Pale Sunday,
father of the bygone week
yet born again.

Morning,
hung
Leaves washed
Cradling indigo
Trading news…..stoop talk.

Curious,
mind crept near to listen,
that doorway jargon feeding him

Lament ,
he may not start till
enough suns have rose or the whisker
hairs bloom.

Yonder,
by way of northern travel
is his gentlemen’s distance
though age is hardly less persistent.

Boat,
shuddering waves though
confidence long quenched
has not left the heart in squalor.

Harbor,
the city hides behind.
Shy streets or timid
heart?

Cradling indigo,
A velvety serene round the neck.
The south has not left him.