Streets seem tired,
city, at rest.
We move through balloons,
confetti, Moët,
leftover eggrolls,
last night’s jest.
Image Monique Carrati

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