robert dickerson

Spring Comes To Old 14th Street - Poem by robert dickerson

Spring comes to old 14th street-
under their tarpaulins
the bums yawn and stir their limbs
Winter no more rankles their ankles.

Spring comes...
(ginkoes gasp into rheumy bloom) 14th street:
glass glistens there, here,

white, scotoma-bright
the concrete.

A bird unzips the sky.
the gosh-darn Spring comes to ancient 14th Street-
here's grit in your eye.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 27, 2010

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