jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

a city asleep (for One Shoot Sunday)

Fifth Avenue
tonight breathes
on its own–
dreaming of tin stars
pulsing on its breast

the drummer boys
march to the silence
to a city veiled
in plumes of heaven–
not from gutters for once

the day’s cacophony
drowns in the quiet
steps both furred and steeled
jangles of gears and iron
grating in its belly

only the soughing song
of an empty shell
rises floats on invisible lights
those piercing slants
from tips that hold up the sky

in unison tin soldiers
rhyme the even sigh of sleep–
no siren screaming
screeches to halt the drumming
the shimmering of stars

Posted for One Shoot Sunday from a photo of Rockefeller Center on Fifth Avenue on Christmas by Adam Dustus. Join other poets at One Stop Poetry blog who write verses for love, read those of others, leave a word of encouragement and/or insight with the same love and respect. Post your piece on your blog and sign up in the Mr. Linky list.

December 26, 2010 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 11 Comments