A White City Poem by James Marcus Schuyler
A White City
My thoughts turn south
a white city
we will wake in one another's arms.
I wake
and hear the steam pipe knock
like a metal heart
and find it has snowed.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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