Gershon Wolf Poet Verse

A World Upended

the rooster slept late
  no hen laid an egg
on vacant street corners
  no transient did beg

the sun beat down early
  not a whisper of breeze
the stench of blue trucks 
  smoke, filth and sleaze

shops shuttered tight
  bars and chains all in place
sidewalks bare and deserted
  no rats ran the race

the stars did yet twinkle
  well into the day
the moon sideways grinned
  at the fetid buffet...  

i glanced in the mirror
  a slope stared at me
all my dreams, all my hopes
  ground into a scree



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Note: All the city trucks
in Chicago, where I live,
are painted blue.

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Caren Krutsinger July 23, 2020 at 6:52 PM The cities are slamming shut. Gershon Wolf July 24, 2020 at 5:41 PM You know, maybe Kanye West is right: Back to the country! (Of course, he's right out of Chair Mao's 'Agrarian Revolution' Red Book. Ugh!)... But, but, but: Since the biggest danger of spreading the virus is in highly congested areas, big crowded cities would seem to be the last place to choose to reside these days. Just sayin.' ~ gw

Jenna Logan July 19, 2020 at 6:03 AM We can be compared to rats, or ants, scurrying about, all in a hurry to do goodness knows what. A look at big city life, but it's not for me. I've never been to Chicago. Gershon Wolf July 19, 2020 at 6:01 PM Ha, Ha! And I'm sure you're none the worse for never having been to Chicago, right?! ... Although it is byootiful along the Lakefront --- or it was pre-Covid-19... ~ Opted out of the Rat Race, if not the Human Race :)