July 14, 2009

Don't forget to support your local Poets & Poetry Events;without you, we'd be writing for ourselves...heh-heh, that's funny, Poets writing for themselves, heh & be sure to share your favorite Poems & Poets with your family & friends, heck, read random Poetry on the corner,at a charity book sale, or after dinner at a posh restaurant, where-ever, there's always time for Poetry...& room!

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A plethora of urban wildlife roam
homeward or seeking nourishment
sharing the predawn sidewalks
& thoroughfares of Lawtown
dancing past motorised vehicles
avoiding rubber & steel.

Cars cruise out of shadows,
headlights reflecting on dark glass,
& delivery trucks diesel exhaust,
black & grey in dawn's orange glow,
hangs ominously over asphalt's
busy four-twenty surface.

A skunk rustles plastic
investigating a trash barrel,
a raccoon adjusts his mask
before dumpster diving,
& a crow munches on roadkill,
something that vaguely resembles a...

A group of late-teen-age humans
joyfully stroll along Union Street
laughing & singing spanish rock,
balancing on the curb stone,
& passing a bottle in brown paper,
an after-hours party on the move.

Oh, possum, squashed & painted,
double, yellow line down your back
act to survive became fact
by riverside boulevard renewal death;
a gateway improvement tragedy,
or, urban graffiti modern art?

A lone figure walks pacefully
counting steps against the cracks,
peering through dark glass,
tapping on frosted half-lit panes,
& veering towards aluminium poles
to clang with a silver ring.

Dark avian ssilhouettes dot the clouds
drifting on the valley currents
adorned with orange-purple-pink halos,
the mighty Merrimack silently flows below;
crashing falls of the Great Dam & bird-calls
echo over brick mills up & down river.

Steadfastly watching the city turn,
trees & shrubs line the boulevards
at their unmoving, unwavering posts;
green witnesses speak not,
neighborhood sentries report to no one...
but, Mother.

A plethora of urban wildlife roams
wandering, lost, & certain,
sharing the predawn sidewalks
& thouroughfares of Lawtown;
assimilated by their presence,
they're one with dawn's painting.

D. A. Boucher,
Lowell-Lawrence-NH-ME Poetry Alliance