To Be The City

21 April 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: through the city

Image from Pixabay — by Free-Photos

To love New York, the city, its cracked pavements
and litter, moving endlessly in waves under foot and
over objections. The hissing of manhole covers, as
steam rises like wraiths from the river Styx below.




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Joe Luca

Joe Luca

Top Writer in Humor and Satire. I love words. Those written, and those received. I’m here to communicate & comment. To be a part of a greater whole.

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