Across the six years I was living and working in New York I was most fortunate to harvest a rich vein of stories. So many stories...
My friend, Linda once shared a story about growing up in the city and enduring the somewhat oppressive summer nights.
That story became the focus of a poem I included in the 2016 anthology, 'I Bet There's No Broccoli On The Moon.'
Writers and poets are storytellers...
Summer Night Escape
On those long ago
Summer evenings,
The children of New York
Dragged their mattresses
Onto the fire escape
In search of
A zephyr
Of cool air
And a chance to dream.
No air con back then,
Just a sweat box
Apartment.
So they crept through
Open windows
Buoyed by hope
Of finding relief
Slumbering
Above the street.
Alan j Wright
It is yet again, Poetry Friday and our host on this occasion is Linda Mitchell at Another Word Edgewise
Linda presents a collection of quotes she hopes might springboard fresh poetic pearls from her readers.
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