Langston walks over to the gaze of the lens.
Looks out across a century and leans
Casual serendipity anxious eyes beams
Suited for laughter, the glare ever since
Joplin over rivers born in between
The flow of the letters ancient to him
Renewed by the footsteps, focus to gain.
Seriously bargained to be again.
Watching the riverbanks spelling their pain
To Seats of the desk where writers go blank
The author amused with his elegance
Attained by the gaze of the photograph
Onward their destiny beckoned to spend
Hughes in the open faced alphabet pens
