Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Rain Delay
The rain stops in mid-air
like Satchel Paige throwing
his hesitation pitch or the Supreme
Court deciding it's all deliberate
speed when it comes to integration.
Segregation was America's dark cloud,
a mud stain on white uniforms.
The scoreboard a reminder that waiting
was a wasted turn at bat.
The rain continues to fall in one direction.
Who can say this is progress?
Written by E. Ethelbert Miller
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