Fall In The City Poem by MARINA GIPPS
Fall In The City
Black cats
jet across a one way street.
Just my uninvited luck.
I hide, stooped to conquer,
the odd foes of sad jazz music
that sends its love everyday.
Why
is there so much noise here
here on this planet,
on this street where I am
Waiting in a million
for you to pay my cab fare,
this miserable ride after shopping
for nothing in early December-
just before the suicides
fall like dead leaves.
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5/31/2024 10:42:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Striking imagery. Clear evidence of an original mind at work. Regards, Sandra Fowler