Carolyn Michael

Rookie (Dartmouth, Massachusetts)

Poor Town Poor

The poetry around me ain’t even words
It’s a feeling I try to get rid of
Not by overflowing or war but
By stayin’ in this poor town poor
These heads, these eyes, all round, all round
Compress my lungs I try
To make a sound I found is difficult
When you’re surrounded by horns
Horn blow, horn sound in the poor town poor

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