we are not so tough
we are not so tough
after all, an entire
city lying in
wait, as the whisper of Irene
fills every bodega,
every alley, pulls
the brakes on the
last train as we scurry
home, armed
with shopping bags
of headlines and hearsay
.
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I liked this poem!
thank you! glad it worked. now, to hunker down…
I can feel the urgency in the poem, the sound, the images. lovely! You are my poem-a-day hero:) Hope all is well for you.
wow, i love the idea of being someone’s poem-a-day hero! thank you for the honor!! things are going…(smile)