Sunday In The City Poem by Donal Mahoney
Sunday In The City
A lovely neighborhood this
Sunday afternoon is rocked
again by random gunshots.
The shots make Bertha wonder,
as she sips tea in her old rocker,
whether she should move.
Or stay and run for mayor.
Or load that little gun her son
the other day brought over.
Thursday, June 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: crime,guns,urban
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