the city 1

October 21, 2020 0 Comments 
          roy herndon smith

climbing out of the lapping waves
up the rocks 
making the breakwater

then up the statue
to stand in the hand
reaching to the storming sky

i look over 
the choppy bodies of dark water 
on either side

realizing the authorities 
will see and capture me
i climb down 

and run on the wall to the beach 
and climb over 
the high chain-link fence

and flee into the liberty 
of being at home 
in the city
CategoriesRoy Herndon Smith, the city