The Wild Streets Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Wild Streets



The wild streets are not
Strait
Not straight
But serpentine
Walk here and there.

You have to experience them
That way.

When in this ancient city live
As the inhabitants of the ancient
City do:
My Monsignor, it will avail you

Saturday, May 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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