“sat on a fence but it don’t work / keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn”

For Poetry Monday:

Awakening in New York, Maya Angelou

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
exchanging dreams with
Seraphim. The city
drags itself awake on
subway straps; and
I, an alarm, awake as a
rumor of war,
lie stretching into dawn,
unasked and unheeded.


---L.

Subject quote from Under Pressure, Queen feat. David Bowie.