props for the main actA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoprops for the main act New York City magic hiding in Hudson slight of heart Lady Liberty sawed in half by invalid alien blades as they creep passed her in dark of night now as unwelcome as the blaring horns of taxis battling night traffic with kerchief treachery in a no fly zone neighborhood of the Bronx, where vagrants go to disappear like a card trick's Ace up a sleeve of solitude not wanting to be seen 'neath a telltale moon randomly picked from a jaded audience of one. erin-cilberto 2/13/16
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Added on February 15, 2016Last Updated on February 15, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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