I travel the road
dark
battered
broken
lights
dim, tarnished moon
crows
cackle
daffodils
bloom
mist
falls,
road
wet
jars
unopened
fruit
pealed
rots
under
trees empty canopy
one
bud
blooms
I
travel the road
look,
listen
walk
as sun rises
moons
view falls
on the
corner of 13th and Chestnut
a vet
stands on titanium
cup
empty
grateful
nation doesn’t cry
hope
fades
as invisible unemployment
lines
fill cyber space
university
graduates hold
empty
diplomas
eighty
one homicides in my city
in
eighty four days
and no
one protests
as the
blood soaked sun sets
I
travel this road
under
setting sun as
dim
moon rises
daffodils
limp fall
to
ground
fruit
rots
crows
cackle
empty
cup
on
ground
shots
fired
hope
dissipates
promise
unfulfilled
g emil
reutter lives and writes in the Fox Chase neighborhood of Philadelphia. Eight
collections of his poetry and prose have been published. In 2007 he founded The
Fox Chase and Fox Chase Reading Series. You can find him at www.gemilreutter-author.com
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