The Street to Here
by David Ackley
The street to here passes
through the Sixth
with her seated on the low wall
along the Jardin in pale scarf and black glasses.
The red kiosk's posters
of twinned white faces.
the sidewalk with potted trees,
a long gray spire to the vanishing point
where we almost are
just from thinking
someone's name
and her yours
Great opening and use of punctuation. *
...to the vanishing point where we almost are..."
This pushed some buttons for me. *
anticipation, lovely,
just from thinking...
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lovely without sentiment. Fresh, original, so good it hurts just right.
a long gray spire to the vanishing point/
where we almost are//
just from thinking/
someone's name/
and her yours
Lovely conclusion.
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Beautiful. **
*, David. Fine work.
Thanks, all, for the generous response.
Enjoyed. A good read.
"you seated on the low wall
along the Jardin in pale scarf and black glasses"
Excellent details!
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Thanks, Sam, Bill and Gary. Very happy you liked this piece.
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David, just another one of your poems that I don't understand though nicely adorned with detail. I'd like some help--perhaps with a more transparent title--but of course its poetry and I don't know jack about it.
George
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Thanks, Gary and James and George.