Morning Drive Poem by JTP Ryan
Morning Drive
Turnstile standing at the city's gate, mixing,
Blending, twisting, North, South, East, West.
They come.
Chaucerian,
Bearing tales.
Butcher, Baker, Priest and Nonne
Plummeting them all into that daily furor,
That mystery of modernity
That mystical enigma
Making Three in One
Child's play.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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