David McLansky

Freshman - 991 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (37) - Poem by David McLansky

(37) on the balcony


We stepped out through the sliding
To see the park from forty floors;
The lamp lights in the darkened trees
Formed snakes of green in the breeze.

(I saw the distance in her eyes
My wealth was now a wall
Would she love me for myself?
Would she love at all?)


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 8, 2013


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