Warm Place

*Warm Place*

She could only hail from such a Warm State.
She always comes from such a Warm Place.

She has the heart of Palm Trees and Sunbeams.
Each Visit is Exquisite.
I want to go with her.
In Chicago,
I’m Always Freezing.

Her warmth takes me So Far North—
It could only be sent from Down South.

Then again, Each Word that blows in this wind
Takes me on a tour through California:
If those are the windows to your soul—
Then Babe, You’ve got Golden Gate Eyes.

Or she could always move to Tennessee…
Since she’s the only Ten I…Blah.

She could only hail from such a Warm State,
I swear
She always comes from such a Warm Place.

And if the day comes when you find you’re in the cold,

In My Heart You’ll Always Keep A Safe Place.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/