Monte Carlo Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Monte Carlo



In the mirage,
in sun's bending of street,
when the racing stripe

warps wrinkled
as clouds pass as do all images,
as all ephemeral messages,

as all invitations do to inspire us to
look through penetrable haze
on the way to the sun and beyond,

we shield our face,
see our way,
and race.



Published in Forever Journal by Poetic Matrix Press,2016

Sunday, March 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sports
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