THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF FRIEDA ROSE (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

She lives on a cement island, surrounded by freight trains

Instead of the sea.

Writes requests for salvation on the back

Of her imagination

Stuffs them inside empty beer bottles

Tossed into open box cars

All while secretly knowing

The only rescue she might find

Is a trip in the ambulance

Headed back to dry land.

 

Copyright 2018

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