Isabel Wilkerson and her masterpiece, “The Warmth of Other Suns”

“The Bookstore Affair”

. . . just finished reading Isabel Wilkerson’s
“The Warmth of Other Suns,”
If I could pay her for the privilege
the pound value measures in the tons

A discarded people, a displaced tribe
Foreigners in their own birth land,
Theirs an irrepressible human spirit
As a man thinketh, indeed he can

As a woman loveth, in fact she will
make a country deeply look within,
So forgiven but never forgotten
Father, deliver us from the sin . . .

Plant the seed may we ever aspire
to be the best of our better selves,
To search our hearts and examine the parts
The beautiful questions into which she delves

Reveal the thousand rays of light
the never-ending audacity of hope,
Alas, if there’s an inability to love
Lost forever the capacity to cope

After all, love is not a feeling
At its purest, it’s an ability,
Were I to count the ways I love you?
Where do I begin, hmm, let me see . . .

. . . a million autumns would I spend with you
Each one a chance to rehold your hand,
From the first leaf fall, we’ll catch them all
Enhance your life? I believe I can

Make you smile, make you laugh
make you say, “How does he do it?”
You wanna meet me at the bookstore
You’re starting to care . . . just a li’l bit? (Lol)

Raise your hand once you see me
So I can distinguish you among the crowd,
I want a window table to watch the rain
Your eyes are whispering to me aloud:

You want a heart-mate to welcome autumn
a hot mocha-mate and his poetry,
Just tell me the time you expect my arrival
Now close your eyes and count to three

One, for Ms. Wilkerson and her beautiful work
Two, for the copy I’m giving you—no fee,
Three, for wanting to share this special evening
Your Pamper-Her-Friday belongs to me

Just you and I, maybe we can try
to make this autumn a romantic affair,
A window table is a very nice start
Admit it, girl, you’re starting to care . . .

. . . just a li’l bit.

( I see your smile)

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Pamper the woman . . . for autumn’s sake. -Rg2

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