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Vol. 7, No. 2: Summer 2001

The Chinaberry Trees in Niggertown

by Andrew Hudgins

“The subtle yet significant distance established between the speaker of this persona poem and its author asks us here at the beginning of the 21st century whether much has changed.”

Under the flowering chinaberry
we parked and closed our eyes
to the warm night, cool enough then
for scent to claim our senses.

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