57th StreetA Poem by James JacksonOnly once have I had the chance to stroll This strip of urban movement Calling to me on a Tuesday I went there to check it out Followed my heart to the Q train It didn’t like my company Barked at me with a fierceness I can only explain as “madness” © 2014 James Jackson |
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2 Reviews Added on September 26, 2014 Last Updated on September 26, 2014 Tags: poetry, spilled ink Author
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