Orpheum Of Phoenix Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Orpheum Of Phoenix
Leaves dancing in the wind, whispers floating on noon
air, being blown about by statues standing rigidly on
top sides of the Orpheum.
Watching everyone walk below, sizing up looks, fashions,
people, and those in quiet despair.
Never telling a soul what they see, just standing there
fulfilling their destinies for those who see them when
looking up out of their little frozen worlds.
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5/3/2024 1:46:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This took me back to a park I used to visit, in Westport, Missouri. Filled with majestic marble statues, standing guard about a beautiful fountain...I'd spend countless hours watching pretty people, on parade, while daydreaming of going home to my New York. You brought me back to the lush lawn of yesterday. Thanks and of course, PEACE.