the long black mat

On my front porch

there was a mat

it was long

and it was black.

There were little rows

some narrow & wide and

I would send them down 

to the screened door finish side.

Down they went

round, round, round,

down they'd race and 

stack, stack, stack.

That was my game 

that I would play

on my front porch

on rainy days.

That's all it took

with my formation

a bunch of marbles

and a young imagination.

lllbh 3/1/2016 I woke up at 4am and pinned this poem about my childhood while living in Little Five Points area on 1046 Washita Avenue in Atlanta Georgia 30307 and Jackson 4-1267 was my phone number.