by Matthew Zangen
The rain is holding out
for deeper waters;
clouds like drunken tourists
fat with ambition
stumble over bundled New York harbors,
turn to pour apologies
down thirsty throats
then ask to bum a smoke.
Posted on 10/06/2009
Copyright © 2020 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ava Blu on 10/06/09 at 07:45 PM|
i enjoy the imagery in this very much, many great lines for such a short poem.
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/06/09 at 09:23 PM|
love the images here, fantastic, leaves a lasting impression, which is awesome for so few lines