A New York Fall Poem by Toby Twigg

A New York Fall

Rating: 4.5


Cold wind
Blown dusty and dry
Brownstone stoops
& painted iron gates
No one smiles
No one knows their neighbors name
and yet the Sun shines on those with money
And those with none at all.

Saturday, September 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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