N.Y. City Polaroid, Circa 1978
In the grain of the photo
up caught in the glance
your eyes sell the moment
and passe' the day
Protector elite
when your soul had a chance
in your youth, holding feathers
to tickle the moon
City odd living
in photo brigades
we visiting once
when my youth still cocooned me
and suddenly you
were the permanent sage
of direction, of power
of taxi cab tips
Trading the circus
for our first ever opera
Gifting the programs
in gold and wet ink
Circle New York
like a jet-setting top and I
still have tattoos
from the places we went
All from a Polaroid
deep in your eyes
catching the camera
to hold memory ransom
You still protect me
as swift as time flies
to cities, and youthful
endeavors long spent...
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
