jayivan

Friday, August 9, 2019

after the rainstorm,

seventh avenue traffic

quietly streaming

brick exteriors

like a forest of mossy

trees, a canopy

this sweetening hush,

this urban idyll of us:

full belly, full heart

posted by jayivan at 11:27 am

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Old woman in black,
sitting on sepia steps,
smiles a young girl’s smile.

The silent face stares
back preserved but present,
holding its blue breath.

Tangle of wires drape,
urgent messages of Now
race invisible.

posted by jayivan at 5:31 am

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