I.
Our plaza is sanctuary
for sunning, eating, and smoking
waiting to go up to Social Security
words to each other tripping on our tongues
looking curiously at pigeons.
A homeless man plans a life
around sneakers, clothes
and a bedroll
He buys a bunch of stringbeans for a quarter
and lives on it till next Wednesday.
II.
People are circling into families
Onions and greens from the Farmers Market
The good workers of the soil display their wares
The housewives and elderly men
stand in line to get their ingredients weighed
Soup would be hotfood for their families.
City fathers would lift off our market
from the bricks of the plaza
for the sake of ego
that puts down plaques here
Where will the vegetable sellers find refuge?
Where can we buy vegetables still smelling of earth?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- To Arms! poem – Alfred Austin
- Жан де Лафонтен – Мужчина средних лет и его две Возлюбленные
- Pan with Us by Robert Frost
- Never Sure Which You Are by Mary Etta Metcalf
- Mother Ocean poem – Amy E. Johnsen poems | Poems and Poetry
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Соме le onde
- Be there for me by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Spider by Sylvia Plath
- Listen To The Mustn’ts by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мне скулы от досады сводит
- Mr. Brain by Russell Edson
- Анатолий Жигулин – Коломенское
- Юлия Друнина – Другу
- Владимир Маяковский – День в маевочку мою… (Главполитпросвет №151)
- Robert Burns: The Gard’ner Wi’ His Paidle:
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