Leaving the Big Town
Living under the constant shadow of steel and glass skyscrapers,
longing for sunlight and fresh air to breathe...
makes this confined spirit want to break free,
to leave the big town and find total freedom somewhere else.
Getting into a yellow taxi, the winter's chill
makes me shiver, but not as much as a perched petrel
that decides to stay and make this gloomy neighborhood his livelihood;
and while I'm thinking of warm weather, somebody please knock on wood!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment