After Work Richard Jones Coming up from the subway into the cool Manhattan evening i feel rough hands on my heart- women in the market yelling over rows of tomatoes and peppers, old men sitting on a stoop playing cards, cabbies cursing each other with fists while music of church bells sails over the street, [...]
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Favorite Poem for Thursday, April 21, 2011
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