Writing prompt
- Which side of the tracks do you come from? Write the perspective of your city as you see it through your lens
Poem: Frontier Town (draft)
Where the cracked-tooth smile politicians
with their supreme visions of longitude
file the copy papers for foreclosure
beside their former chief of staff.
Where the gypsies on main street
stripped of their right to sleep
rush to retrieve the confiscated
split-bar benches dumped in the river.
Where the good samaritans facing fines
in the commissioner's court
sit idle in the principal's office
while their most loyal patrons starve in the park.
And the leaves of the garden house lay wilting
and the stone fountain in the city runs empty.
with their supreme visions of longitude
file the copy papers for foreclosure
beside their former chief of staff.
Where the gypsies on main street
stripped of their right to sleep
rush to retrieve the confiscated
split-bar benches dumped in the river.
Where the good samaritans facing fines
in the commissioner's court
sit idle in the principal's office
while their most loyal patrons starve in the park.
And the leaves of the garden house lay wilting
and the stone fountain in the city runs empty.
