Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Ides of March by Mark Danowsky

The streets I grew up on
lined with exhaust
covered water
you can walk
without falling through

I'm reminded of Friedrich's
icy portrait
a landscape I know
but have not seen

I listen to a gifted
mix of Yo-Yo Ma
passing the ever-changing
storefronts of my youth
a breeze that carries
each perfect seagull

Mark Danowsky is a writer from Philadelphia and author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press, 2018). His poems have appeared in About Place, Cordite, Gargoyle, Kestrel, The Healing Muse, Right Hand Pointing, Shot Glass Journal, Subprimal, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere. He is Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal and Co-Founder of Wood & Water Press.

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