Dearney Poem by Anthony Fortunato

Dearney



Down on Dearney
hope falls slanted
through crooked slats
of tin houses
Thin felines slick wiry
whine cold and long to
the summer night of the city

Thursday, March 19, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: city,summer
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