A new poem published in Thirteen Bridges today. Here is the poem:
Pluviophile
Walking the steamy streets
of Alphabet City
after two days of heavy rain
I hope will never end,
the sidewalks smell
of a city left behind.
Friends lived here once
up on Avenue C
in a roach-filled, sixth-floor
walk-up protected
by three massive locks.
Yes, it was deadly here,
and the walk I take this evening
would have labeled me insane
or desperate. Yet I miss
the days when I might
meet a friend on any corner—
catch up over beer
and peanuts in that bar
on Avenue A —the one that catered
to roughnecks, punks, and poets.
Stevie's Law 
Congrats & also for yesterday’s poem!
Mary Rohrer-Dann
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver — The Summer Day ________________________________
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Love that final line, suggests outlaws.
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Thanks John. You ok?
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I am indeed, you?
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So so
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Always wonderful your poems and good at getting me in touch with my feelings. Nancy Burch Brassington
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Thanks Nancy.
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