the street of poems

Each walker a poem.
An anthology
in every subway car.

No. Not a poem
is this miracle,
whiskered and belching,
a street-level gargoyle
leaning out from the wall.

Not a verse is the passerby
dropping a coin in the cup.

The night sky is hung
with distant dying, all
reflected in an upturned glance.

Meaning floods, casual and overwhelming:
the wave and the shore
two children telling stories
to each other.

JBMulligan has had poems and stories in several hundred magazines over the past 40 years, and has had two chapbooks published, The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, and two e-books, The City Of Now And Then, and A Book of Psalms. He has appeared in several anthologies, among them, Inside/Out: A Gathering of Poets; The Irreal Reader (by The Cafe Irreal); and multiple volumes of Reflections on a Blue Planet.

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