COMMUTERS ARE MUTE

Posted byJaclynPosted inCreative Nonfiction, Memoir, Places I've been, PoetryTags:, , , ,

Turned out onto Washington:
the great industrial avenue.
Busy in the morning.

Lumber yards, warehouses
of lighting fixtures
huge slabs of marble.

All the men say good morning.
Workers say good morning.
Commuters are mute.

SKY
South Philadelphia

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