BACK IN BROOKLYN…
The latticed chain-link casts its’ shadow
and the gods skip a shallow grave.
Zeus ran a moving business on 4th ave,
but never could get laid.
The swan died at the doorstep,
the traffic box clicks Stop & Go,
the street light’s a heart flutter filament,
and I’m nothing, a propped-up ghost
standing between two lands…
2 comments:
there is always flux, it should be implied , when not stated.
beautiful writing and imagery!
Thanks my friend!
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