from the scranton expressway
by Alexandre J Arnau
Sunday, February 05, 2006
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driving home from the old country buffet last sunday night, i looked to my left, and saw this poem.
it was sublime how from the expressway
the way the lights of the city shimmered
it was a secret kind of miracle
like a soft black ocean at night
reflected from above against blue ceilings
pulsed bioluminescent phantoms swaying
mindlessly below a black veil
i watched the shimmer in silence
astounded and overcome by something
that this city had never accomplished before:
being as itself
a place of light and wonder
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|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent capture ...|
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Well stated, Alex!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This is a master word painting I'd pay to see! Splendid work!
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|First let me say, "YAY! You're back." :-) Next I say, "this write was worth the wait of your return." ~~Nordette|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|Delighted that you're back, Alexandre! I'm not familiar with your territory but this expresses the glittering mystery of any city. Beautiful imagery...Lin|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|You've captured it well.|