05-03-2017, 10:50 AM
Faceless doors and
grimy dry windows
hover above my only critique...hover?
cracked sidewalks ;
The old corner store
longs for warm bodies .
The "L" roars past
like a jackhammer,
Ah, the noise !
nice poem. I do sense a gray
and a run down, old neighborhood...
but the noise means it's not dead
blessings to you
grimy dry windows
hover above my only critique...hover?
cracked sidewalks ;
The old corner store
longs for warm bodies .
The "L" roars past
like a jackhammer,
Ah, the noise !
nice poem. I do sense a gray
and a run down, old neighborhood...
but the noise means it's not dead
blessings to you
there's always a better reason to love