Myles Brown
Dedicated to the memory of, Myles Eric Brown, a black man, my friend.
Renewed seasons of old. Unabridged winds blew
through the tissue headed crowd. They were still dampened
by the violence of the storm. All received word
of the crumbled city. The plague snatched the sound
from the lips of friends, in view of sailing in clear skies
at the hour of the renaissance.
P. J. Campise
