John Ackerman



field of dreams sought after disease
Now there end is near
triumphant lead,
door bell rings

Sinatra sings...
left to laughter in his knee...
New York..New York
handsome man;
leader of their band

Topic(s) of this poem: laughter

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Form: Free Verse

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