Saturday, September 14, 2024

Emigration

From the Poetry Window at East Village Books... featuring the work of Johnny H., an East Village poet...


The water runs off the Lower East Side 
Changing color over the age 
The elm gave up contributing 
How many years has that been 
How many years ago 
Was the blood of my birth 
The wrens when did they fly away 
At the price of a song

The city breathes dispensation 
Into the fruit of the land 
Have you flown there yet 
Did your wanting change 
Did you see the subway train 
From a seat in the tree 
You may not know 
You will not be ready for it 
A most inappropriate time 
You will alter 
The tint of the sea
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