Illustrated men
parading tall down
the crowded boardwalk
followed by
these loud women
with prehensile hearts
high-heel symphonies
lead astray by the clangor
of homeless pushcarts
stunning bleached
smiling mouths
fade persistently
in a pinpoint of
toothless grins
screeching kids games
lose their strenght
in the tunnel of
disabled hearing
as the horizon
blushes with yet
another blunt reminder
of the less fortunate
among us.
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Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2006
The first verse made me think of a Caillebote painting for some reason! Love that...reminds me of walking down the boardwalk then coming upon some homeless people. I liked how you made this in short, tight lines.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
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