Captured by a dream
Salvation floats before me
Drifting out of reach
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The Block Mayor
Like every warm day, Terrence is finishing this day on his L-shaped porch, sipping whisky from a dented flask. Cars pass by slowly, and he watches young women pushing babies in strollers; he hears the neighbors’ arguments and knows which have a regular income and those who are unemployed. Terrence is the self-appointed block mayor, laying judgment on his fellow folk.
By Andrea Corwin 2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Beautiful piece.
Don't we all want to reach this point at times.
Great work!!! (I totally resonate with this poem as I have scrupulosity OCD that attacks my faith. I have to keep realigning myself to grace and God being near to me as in Romans 10:8-10.)
Always, just out of reach.
So near yet so far. Loved your Haiku!
So beautifully ethereal 😊
Awesome!!! Loved it!!!💕♥️♥️