haiku; br br on the white br an up and down of black glides br making a string of N br br br the poem: br br he passes me a poem a love br song by Langston Hughes and br in black, the gist of our emotions so br dexteriously woven over a glossy page br snow white, the sheen of a riveting jazz br filtering from a luminuous Harlem club on br to a young heart so entertwined in romance, br all it takes is a pair of warm and reassuring hands br to make this outing at Harlem a night to cherish br and remember, this cold autumn night where br a black boy too saunters by and lavishes us br with a scintillating syncopated jazz matchings br all his own....