Poetry

This Urban Landscape (originally published in The Anthologist: A Rutgers Literary Magazine, Vol. 58)

 

They burn trash

Painting grey smoke silhouettes

On blue black burlap skies

 

Burning scraps

To draw warmth

In this graveyard for train cars

 

Soot filled faces

Cough by red barrels –

Faces in silhouette

 

Hovering arms huddle, pooling yellow warmth

Painting flickering shadows on empty boxcars

Impressions of hands; fingers flit in firelight

 

Like moths, drawn

Leaving soot marks

Of wings impressed in rusting steel

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The Kiss (originally published in The Anthologist: A Rutgers Literary Magazine, Vol. 58)

 

Mouths set in firm stone

Lips of marble veined in cool blood

 

Our lips are

Chiseled to hold the other’s imprint

 

An embrace

Infinitely smooth and cool

 

Breathing heat

Into stone.

2 Responses

  1. Wow, really lovely poems. Enjoyed reading them 🙂

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