Chris Osterbrock

Rookie (March 3,1988 / Milford, Ohio)

New York Poems: Observational Riding - Poem by Chris Osterbrock

There’s a short man holding the rail with me,
We don’t make eye contact.
Again the chuckling woman
I hand her the feather and smile.
She’s across from me sitting,
She takes the feather and gives it to her granddaughter
The little girl giggles and bounces up and down on her brothers knee

I see the sidewalk sparkle,
shimmer around 1: 00AM
on the way to the airport
my first impression of Manhattan,
the moon emits such radiance
that I can’t see
but the concrete conquers it,

This median of light,
on the Brooklyn Bridge,
tranquil noise and wooden planks.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 26, 2011


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