When I see it for what it is, they shrunk you from me,
How lucky, disconcerting face, aimless grin trailing somewhere behind the tail of the wind. 115 more words
Lazy morning dynamics, how my mind shifts.
Yesterday’s blazing heat gone, climate shifted with my head, amplified and drifts,
and now everything feels right.
I watch the skies float on by, someones hand guiding their way, over-stuffed pillows hanging in perpetual motion. 74 more words
Happy Late Summer from Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. We are back with poetry and prose. From the Brooklyn Bridge to the The Verrazano- Narrows Bridge, the heat is on and poetry is hot in the city. 291 more words