*Written for day 12 of the PAD challege. Today's prompt: write about a city.
Chief Gramatan walks the four
point four square miles,
remembering a time before this
economic engine hummed
along Sandford Boulevard and
the bricks being shifted to
make new houses, each complete
with washer and dryer
the fruit fallen from the tree,
crushed red beneath his feet,
spots the sidewalk the polyglot
strolls upon in a Sunday hat
in this city of churches, raising hands
to Heaven, nearly touching
the clouds
1 comment:
I simply love the imagery!
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