James Reiss

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My Daughters In New York - Poem by James Reiss

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What streets, what taxis transport them
over bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swift

in pursuit of union? What suitors amuse them, what mazes
of avenues tilt & confuse them as pleasure, that pinball

goes bouncing off light posts & lands in a pothole,
only to pop up & roll in the gutter? What footloose new

freedoms allow them to plow through all stop signs,
careenng at corners, hell-bent for the road to blaze straight?

It's 10 P.M. in the boonies. My children, I'm thinking
you're thinking your children are waiting

for you to conceive them while you're in a snarl
with my sons-in-law-to-be who want also to be

amazing explorers beguiled by these reckless night rides
that may God willing give way to ten thousand good mornings!


Comments about My Daughters In New York by James Reiss

  • Bill Yarrow (5/20/2015 1:23:00 PM)


    Terrific! One of my favorites of your poems. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 14, 2014


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