Meeting Apollo

I met Apollo, My favorite god, Standing solo, Playing lyre, Last week— So unexpected, So unclear! I met him not in Greece, Nor did I have to go back In time to ancient Rome; I was just in Harlem, Walking down 125th street, Towards Lenox Ave, around midnight. As I passed the Apollo Theater, I saw him standing right there! I thought I was hallucinating, But, no, I wasn’t! Nor…

Dream or Nightmare?

I took a quick nap earlier And I saw something: I felt I was dreaming, But what a nightmare! I was chased By stone-throwing Children and women, And by machete-carrying men! Others were also being chased! I was almost slaughtered, But thank God I saw no blood! As I ran for my life I tried to get a cover, Knocking at one door, And at another. No one let me…