Traffic lights absolving pedestrians’ haste Genuflecting off curbs Against the red and green commands. Doing penance for their pace Unaware of a descending October evening Darkening red bricks Littered with damp leaves Causing tires and feet to slip. Workdays always… Read More ›
paul brookman
Annapolis, Streets Always Crowded
Church Circle, This town’s marquee Ringing bells of 300 hundred years Opens a curtain, Two shows a night Coming and going Ghosts get in free. Going at midnight Aging in my walking Limping red brick to red brick Toward… Read More ›
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