James Lee Jobe


Driving Through Downtown Sacramento At 3 A.M. Thinking About Our Poems - Poem by James Lee Jobe

The city is shivering, empty,
and looks like a model
of another city far away;
somewhere we will never go.

Rainy streets slip by, lights
flash yellow; caution! The river
is black, dimpled, and we ask -
What is this Forever anyway?

But the river doesn't answer,
and the city doesn't answer -
all of this is in our head.
All of this is in our poem.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 20, 2010


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