A Poet's Sweet City,A Gift Outright
No world class historic buildings
will you find here.
No historic Trevi Fountain.
No Arch de Triumph, no!
No famous bus lines either.
No major parades seen on TV.
No zany activists with signs nor
drums or harming others will you
see.
You can walk here without fear
day or night.
No knifings, shootings nor fist
fights.
No drive by shootings day and
night.
My sweet city, a gift outright
I learned in Chicago to beware
of my back.
I rarely have that thought, any
longer!
"A boogeyman might get you"
is what I was taught.
Now, I leave my door unlocked
these days.
Unafraid someone might kill
me as I once feared.
And drive without a care that a
car is following me.
You can leave packages on your
deck for days!
Or your mail in a cute rural mailbox.
All will remain perfectly O.K.
Your neighbors roll in empty
trash bins if you are not home.
So, I ask you~ is this a gift from
God or what?
On streets here, as you drive,
people wave to you?
Why...saints alive!
Lovely smiles, a daily surprise.
American flags in pride wave
here.
Pride in the USA is acceptable.
Patriotism is in full, unabashed
gear!
And in this city, poetry found me.
Plus one poet here reached right
Through the screen and into my
soul!
Removed it, so that I became able
to see,
The unbeknownst potential that
resides in me.
Poem inspiration credit to~
Matthew Anish
"Beautiful Day in New York City"
(Hey Matthew, thank you! PR)
September 25, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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