During my Senior year in High School we each chose a poet to study. I chose Langston Hughes. Yesterday I was reminded of just how incredible the spoken word is, and how much I long to find my Sue. Mr. Hughes, though I speak with no authority on the subject…well done.

When Susanna Jones wears red
Her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown with the ages.

Come with a blast of trumpets,
Jesus!

When Susanna Jones wears red
A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night
Walks once again.

Blow trumpets, Jesus!

And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red
Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like pain

Sweet silver trumpets,
Jesus!

- Langston Hughes