Warwick
Yes, I was very much focused
driving up and down
those immense highways,
dressed as an Irish carpenter
with no proper clothes,
to face the harsh New England winter.
I had moved the hearts
of those construction workers
who gave me their coat
dipped in their own urine.
How grateful I still am,
going from state to state,
town to town
admiring the stillness
of the great
North American coast.
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.
