A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Let’s say I’m someone.
Let’s say I’m empty as a pitcher,
Discordant as traffic, human as an alley cat,
Stiff-legged and torn-eared.
Let’s say you’re someone.
Let’s say you can turn the discord
To a tune I remember
And fill the pitcher.
Let’s have supper, you and I,
At a plain pine table
With muffled sounds through the door
Of working people climbing tenement stairs
The day over at last.
Copyright 2017 Elizabeth Romero