Last night I sat at a stop light and wondered what it would be like to sit with Emily Dickinson at this very same intersection. It is a seedy part of town, known most for cheap motels inhabited by crackheads with the main street populated by prostitutes in various costumes with the same comatose facial expression. I was on my way home, a routine, when I opened my eyes to “write with Emily” I was able to see this place differently.
Here is what Emily helped me write.
Street Light, Corner of 21st and Union
Sharing luminousness with the
Members of the pearly ancient profession
And the shaking, tittering loose toothed
Hungry for the next, next, next….
As well as the cars who have lost
Their way and landed
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