Tag: melancholy
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America is…………
America Is…….**America Is………… The Financial District crosswalks that become piano keys in the syncopated hustle of the pedestrian light The redheaded clown in a Raggedy Ann dress holding five red balloons, heading to a gig in Hell’s Kitchen, noticing rainbow-striped reflections in the plate glass of a bank lobby window The shadow woman who walks…
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Walking in the Rain
Walking in the RainI don’t know why rain breaks my heart.No one I loved ever died on a rainy day.In my life, it has become an elegy to sunshine.Maybe, it’s because rain feels like tears.I go outside when it reduces to a soft drizzle,just before the scent of petrichor has settled into the earth,my dog…
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Living the Half Life
The drought has made July linger. The air smells of sewer booty, sweetgum, sassafras, fescue, concrete and asphalt. On this long summer day when the light and heat decide to linger— parents let their children play well into the night on the community’s green. Their laughter and the croaking of frogs in the rention pond,…