Saturday, May 23, 2009

City Beat Poetess (posted to Facebook on 5/29/08)

I wake up to my
loud alarm clock numbers.
Thus begins another
day when the pavement
I touch becomes
a moment I feel, when
hailing a cab
bends my will
more than my wallet.
Every day I frown at
construction workers scraping
the sky with steel; their feats
are accomplished and
I can't even build a
loft of words.
Casual coffeehouse
encounters become
caresses in a penthouse suite.
Another day, another
poem in motion
sounds a siren in my head.

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