If This Were Baltimore
by Joseph Young
If This Were Baltimore
East
A spray of change in the lilies and loose rubber, she pulled close to the wall. She smiled at the trucks, her handful of loot. Hallelujah, he said, converting.
West
Like 4 miles of cakes, they counted the headstones. 200 he said, but she wrinkled her nose. 200 maybe of old men alone.
River
No soil, just rock, flakes of plaster on the shore. She peeled one leaf and gave him continuance of that.
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Oh, excellent. Continuance.
beautiful
I really like the form here. Very effective. Amazing work. Especially the River section.
Two thumbs up.
This is Baltimore, indeed. I really like this.
i didn't get it. at all.
(probably a culture gap)
can someone explain this?
Thanks for the comments, all. Arun, I don't think I'm qualified to say, but if anyone wanted to they could.
Beautiful writing. Obtuse, like a poem, and very nice on the eyes. I assume we are in movement with this couple around Baltimore--the east, the west and the river.
Lovely, spare thoughts.
great stuff, joe. i'm in jersey writing this, missing bmore even more now
I want to decode the imagery in this, and puzzle things out, but then I say, "Just read the lovely thing because Joe always knows what he's doing," and I'm left with a love poem. I like this woman. 4 miles of cakes. How great is that?
how come i wasn't 'following' you, pia?? until a day ago i wasn't following kath either, which is just a weird. anyway, thanks! and thanks debie, dave, kath, cami, roxane, arun, matt, sam.
You entire life's about to change since you found that button! Or not.
Love-ly.
Love the sense of movement here and "Like 4 miles of cakes..."
Nice!