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Evening in the Asphalt Homeland

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Evening in the Asphalt Homeland

     Around the benches
the young and the not so young 
   are gathered 
The bodega is open for busingess
   Someone is talking loudly 
into a cellphone
    disturbing the peace of the shoppers
The  sky is growing darker 
We have not as yet reached
the summer solstice 
    On the FDR drive cars whizz by 
Bringing their occupants towards 
their homes, their lives 
    The Williamsburg bridge stretches 
across the East River 
   As cars cross over 
on their wasy 
  A thin veneer of hope 
covers the metropolitna scene
    Another evening has arrived 
Thousands head home to rest 
    from their daily toil
In the distance the sound of an ambulance reminds  us of our mortality

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  1. Date: 6/20/2012 4:14:00 AM
    Everyday scenes and then the haunting reminder at the end...Brilliant and descript! Right there with ya. Gwendolen

  1. Date: 6/18/2012 7:31:00 AM
    Yes, that is a daily reminder in large cities..Good topic chosen on which to write and good presentation..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

  1. Date: 6/17/2012 6:03:00 AM
    Excellent imagery here Matthew.!!. Enjoyed

  1. Date: 6/15/2012 7:18:00 AM
    that is really good and so true. It amazes me every time I leave to go to work and leave for home. traffic. wow. its amazing. Very good my friend

  1. Date: 6/15/2012 2:42:00 AM
    This could work its way into a screen play Matt. Great visuals! Thank you for your comment.

  1. Date: 6/14/2012 12:00:00 PM
    A glimpse of life in the big city. People going about their business immersed in their own private world while surrounded by a sea of others. Oblivious by choice of such suffocating closeness. A fine job here. God Bles and thanks so much for your comment onnn my latest post. Sorry haven't been around much. Puter is giving me a lot of grief freezing and skipping all over the place. Takes all the joy out of using it. God Bless, JB