Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

The Streets of His Childhood

He skipped up the streets
   of his childhood days
No vehicle honked
   nor sluggish dog lay 

Picket fences swung open
   no locks on their gates
Deserted shops covered
   their wares with their Fates

He dabbed at his cheek
   a pool of tears forming there
As the Breezes fell silent
   and the Sun did not care

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Panagiota Romios July 11, 2019 at 10:32 AM Wow~ this touched my heart, Gershon. Each line..perfection, Panagiuota Gershon Wolf July 11, 2019 at 11:14 AM Appreciate the sincerely heartfelt comment, Panagiota! :)

Heidi Sands July 11, 2019 at 9:04 AM Well written. I can feel this and the ending is perfect, Gershon :) Gershon Wolf July 11, 2019 at 10:14 AM Glad that these deserted streets spoke to you, Heidi. :) gw

Caren Krutsinger July 10, 2019 at 8:03 PM The poignancy of this nostalgic write in no way takes away from the sadness. Gershon Wolf July 11, 2019 at 10:15 AM Good point, Caren. :) gw

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 10, 2019 at 7:55 PM A sad little big poem Gershon. An art to it. Some of your best work. xomo (and my captcha, sky) Gershon Wolf July 10, 2019 at 7:59 PM A million thanks for this comment on an effort that I felt clicked in as I revised it. So very much appreciated, O kindred spirit. :) gw