Brothers and Sisters
New Hampshire doesn’t have a city
instead blinded by the sunlight,
country dreams of paradise.
I love nature, and the peace
of a gentle breeze on the meadow,
but I heard someone screaming
on 2nd avenue, it woke me up.
A broken heart was crying again,
on 1st street, was she ok?
and The Clash were praying loudly
at the cathedral.
Next door the museum had jazz,
holding up artwork
with hooks and Bobbie-pins –
budget cuts. Almost empty.
Elvis was on Maple Street,
stuck in time looking
for the next bus out of town,
bumming a cigarette.
I heard the street preacher,
with his white pit bull discerning,
on East and Main, who needed salvation.
I started packing sandwiches,
no agenda –
I just needed to get down to the city,
to be with my brothers and sisters.
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