A White City

My thoughts turn south
a white city
we will wake in one another's arms.
I wake
and hear the steam pipe knock
like a metal heart
and find it has snowed.

by James Marcus Schuyler

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MICHAEL JEFFREY...QUITE THE POSITIVE& UNIQUE SPIN ON DESTINY...TIS WRITTEN W/ TRUTH& WISDOM...10''''''''''FRANK
MICHAEL JEFFREY...QUITE THE POSITIVE& UNIQUE SPIN ON DESTINY...TIS WRITTEN W/ TRUTH& WISDOM...10''''''''''FRANK
I love the interplay of words. A poem that imparts solace. Susie.
Dear Micheal This is brilliant, a coming home of some kind, and a circle of nature.Thankyou for your brilliant art.Love Duncan