Each month, write a new collection.
Philadelphia from the ElThe smell of danger--sticky heat.Stuck to the seat of the Frankford Elevated train.From the corner of the windowleft untagged, I see the distant Delaware,the heavy clouds, threatening rain.
Sorry for the lateness in my reply. I didn't see this earlier. What can I say? You are a professional poet and this is a strong poem!
Thanks so much John! It is a doodle based on an earlier poem I wrote, the last poem in my book, A Likely Story, which offers a poem for each stop of the Frankford Elevated train, from center city to my stop, Margaret and Orthodox, next to last stop on the line.
A HaikuEarly Morning Walk in the CitySilver chain link fence.Trash, wind, emptiness and lack.Wire would scratch...paint.
I love that. It captures the LA I've always lived in.
Great! That delights me :-P