Post by donald on Jan 2, 2013 11:26:09 GMT -5
A cold front moved across the Hudson River,
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell’s Kitchen.
A Postal canvas hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger
Collecting cardboard refuse.
Impatient horns made known their intent.
A woman missing teeth with an affluent smile,
Rattled a paper cup asking for change
Giving God’s blessing in return.
And I, lost in my own disappointments
barely noticed the Opera’s drama.
Unawares that I had been ‘caste, in the role as an extra.
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell’s Kitchen.
A Postal canvas hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger
Collecting cardboard refuse.
Impatient horns made known their intent.
A woman missing teeth with an affluent smile,
Rattled a paper cup asking for change
Giving God’s blessing in return.
And I, lost in my own disappointments
barely noticed the Opera’s drama.
Unawares that I had been ‘caste, in the role as an extra.