St Gabriel Windows

St Gabriel Windows
Photocopy c. 2013 Jamie Laubacher

Poem: East Street

Quarter moon hangs yellow
in a near-forgotten sky
the stars, aligned so randomly
flecks of metal
on East Street
We have no dead end signs
on East Street
we’re a thoroughfare combined…
Houses full of people, waiting to emerge
upon a busy morn, see the garbage cans along the curb,
on East Street
the buses rumble by
on East Street
we never seem to mind…

copyright 1987
Used with permission only