passing through yet again
I sat on inner city park bench
and wondered what had
become of poetry
it was sunday
and god knows where the
transients had gone
especially on such a warm
and peaceful winter day
I like to hear church bells
ringing from blocks away
imagining all the men in
black overcoats and top hats
children holding hands with
women in white gloves
it was an overcast day
and I felt the urge to embark
if not sometime soon
definitely by sundown
destination yet to be seen
sitting inside idling aircraft
I try to imagine what will
become of tomorrow
february two thousand eighteen
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You know how much I love Sundays! 😉 Great work.
oh yes – thank you very much, Elle