even monday sometimes
even monday sometimes
lets slip a thing
of beauty –
slithering flurries chased
by fiery headlights, homeward
bound, across these
outer-borough dreams
.
20101213:2103
y
even monday sometimes
lets slip a thing
of beauty –
slithering flurries chased
by fiery headlights, homeward
bound, across these
outer-borough dreams
.
20101213:2103
y
Over time you have written so
many fine cityscape poems, you
could almost do a volume of
poetry on just the city; makes
me feel like I am there, or
have been, or want to be.
(smile) thank you for your comment!