Streets seem tired,
city, at rest.
We move through balloons,
confetti, Moët,
leftover eggrolls,
last night’s jest.
Image Monique Carrati
Starr
Pushcart Prize-nominated Poet, 1990; 6th Place Finalist, Massachusetts Cultural Council Artist Grant Awards, one-thousand dollar award recipient, 2002.
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