Abandoned
utterly destitute
debri littered
yet quite empty
except stragglers.
Too early for vanity
this hour
we urchins
unafraid of light
ascend from doors
in the sidewalk,
work already
hours old,
ignorant of Sabbath law.
We speak
the divine language
of ache and moan,
too busy to notice
all the saints
descending exit ladders
from walk up kingdoms.
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I love this one. Nothing inspires poetry like the village.
Comment by tribalchurch May 8, 2008 @ 6:03 pmThanks love. I miss visiting NYC.
Comment by pastorofdisaster May 8, 2008 @ 9:41 pmYeah. We’re seriously due for a trip.
Comment by tribalchurch May 9, 2008 @ 12:46 pmYeah. We’re seriously due for a trip.
Comment by tribalchurch May 9, 2008 @ 12:47 pm