City Street
Hitching posts line
cobblestone streets.
Awnings open to shade
a plate glass window,
close to brick.
Iron seems to float
in air, near entrances -
proprietors lean
against brick facades.
City roads twist, and turn
between blooms on
a dogwood tree.
At Center Street a
wooden box, reads
deposit trash.
A horse, upset -
swings a wooden wagon
upside down.
Youths in knickers,
run to fetch
fruit, bouncing on
uneven ground...
A proprietor stares
as the horse defecates
in front of his property –
he knows the summer
heat will keep his store
closed until men who
carry iron shovels, and
a pail, clear the air:
it’s a quiet day.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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MUSIC is POETRY are words we hear day and night, words which flow together and become a part of our day.
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