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.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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