The Great Figure: On Figurative Language Poem by D. A. Powell

The Great Figure: On Figurative Language



Among the rain and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold on a red firetruck
moving tense unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls and
wheels rumbling
through the
dark city.

Friday, March 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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shaafr0mnp from ig 30 November 2017

this jawn booty nsnnnn its tough

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D. A. Powell

D. A. Powell

Albany, Georgia / United State
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