Wednesday, June 2, 2021

These Nights [Poem]


These Nights

By Rodolfo Perez


Late summer nights,

Gleaming evening lights.

From insects in sets,

To the flooding sects of people,

Walking through the streets.

To the young woman enjoying her porch,

To the lone street drummer,

Playing for his city.

What future lies ahead for the young and the old?

A future of bold ingenuity?

A future of ambiguity?

Where do we go from here?

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