Friday, September 11, 2026

World Trade Center

From the Poetry Window at East Village Books (99 St. Mark's Place between Avenue A and First Avenue) ... featuring this work by Donald Davis... 

World Trade Center 

You so want to tug on her pleated sleeve 
Tell the tour guide how you have been here 
Once a long time ago when you were learning
The real ABC's of an unmindful people 
You want to tell her how plants have feelings 
That spiders will attach to your thumb 
Slide down a string on way to a thing 
On their own crows will belch a single verb 
Then fly off kind of like the night crawlers 
Move away from your light the way 
Coils of DNA recoil from a determined future
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2026 at 8:18 PM

    That’s beautiful. Whimsical. I hope your work will reach many others.

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2026 at 9:04 PM

    It’s a sad day. This poem makes me wish that I was a spider.

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